The darkness cloaked her nakedness, but she could feel the heat of his chest against her sensitive nipples, and she shivered at the realization that s...e wished he were naked, too. His voice made her eyes open, straining to make out his features in the dim light."Tell me, Sis," he whispered. She could feel his breath on her upturned face. "Did you ever kiss a guy with your mouth open?"She kept her own voice low as she answered, "I've never kissed anyone else but you and Daddy. He'd have. Annoyed, she turned her head toward the source of the noise that had interrupted her from slipping into a blissful oblivion. Her eyes widened with surprise, taking in the young man who walked out of the cottage next door, carrying an axe over his muscular shoulder. He did not seem to have noticed her and proceeded to chop the logs from a pile not far from her. Her curiosity was instantly aroused and her wish for a dream forgotten. She remembered hearing something about the cottage next to her. A better person. The kindof person who doesn't run away from their problems. I literally ran tothe ends of the Earth, and here I was: stoned and alone in the middle ofnowhere. This couldn't be the life I was meant for, could it?I sat there staring at my front door, letting my eyes lose focus. After awhile I wasn't sure whether or not my eyes were still open. Was I awake?I pulled my blankets closer around me. There seemed to be more material.Maybe I'd moved and got it loose.I woke up at. She makes no attempt to smile, to conceal her state of misery, or to brush away the fine tears that her eyes won’t stop releasing. She sees a man in his late twenties, his eyes dark brown, his hair an even darker brown, his face frowning even though his creases so obviously fell into an easy smile. “Yeah I’m fine thanks,” Kelly tells him. But she’s not ok. She doesn’t want to regain control of her life now: she’s been in control of it for too long, she wants something new and different. The man.