“I’m so glad you accepted my invitation to spend the weekend with me at my cabin.” he said as he sat down with his fresh mug of coffee.

 

I sat down on the wooden bench and smiled.

 

“I’ll be honest and tell you that I was more than a little reluctant.” I said, smiling softly. “After all, you DO have quite the reputation with the ladies.”

 

“Oh?” he asked while lifting an eyebrow. “And what reputation is that?”

 

I smiled and bit my lip.

 

“That you know...” I said looking at him. “You have this rather long list of conquests.”

 

​“I see...” he said as he smiled. “And that reputation almost made you decline my offer?”

 

​“Almost...” I answered.

 

“If I may ask, what changed your mind?” he asked.

 

“I’m... Not completely sure...” I said as I frowned. “I may have had a little too much to drink last night at the party. Come to think of it, I’m not too clear on how we got to talking about your cabin in the first place... My memory is a little fuzzy this morning.”

 

My frown deepened as I tried to sift through the few images I could recall. I remembered the drinks and the music, but not much else. I had a vague sense that our conversation stayed light as we talked about… I couldn’t remember… Something about sounds? Then he wanted to have me listen to something on his special earphones? Or… Was that just the music?

 

I couldn’t clearly remember, but what did come back to me left me with a warm feeling that soothed out my frown and erased any doubts I may have had about joining him at his cabin for the weekend.

 

“That is a shame...” he said. “I hope it doesn’t mean that you are experiencing a bad hangover. I would hate for you to miss out on all the wonderful relaxation one can experience in my cabin. Feeling any nausea? Pain?”

 

I smiled up at him.

 

“No worries!” I said. “No nausea or pain. But my head... It does feel a little weird... But I can’t say I have a headache.”

 

“Oh?” he said while lifting his eyebrow again. “I do hope your head doesn’t bother you.”

 

He seemed so concerned, which made me smile and feel all warm inside.

 

“Oh no...” I said looking down. “It doesn’t bother me at all. Just a little lightheaded... But in a good way I assure you.”

 

“Good good...” he said while smiling. “So... Are you enjoying yourself so far?”

 

“Oh yes!” I said instantly. “You have such an amazing cabin! And the lakefront... So gorgeous! The sun this morning was so beautiful through the trees! Your cabin is certainly worth the drive!”

 

“Thank you.” he said. “I’ll admit that I worked restlessly to make every inch of my cabin perfect and welcoming.”

 

“You did?” I asked. “Wow... I never knew that about you!”

 

He chuckled.

 

“I spared no expense.” he said with obvious excitement. “Especially in the acoustics of the rooms. Sound has so many fun properties... I trust you slept well?”

 

“WELL doesn’t begin to describe how I slept!” I said with a big smile. “I woke up this morning as if I had slept for days! Completely rested and energized! I guess it really shows that you worked so hard on the acoustics because it really felt like I was in my own little bubble. I slept like a rock! I felt so secure and welcomed...”

 

I trailed off as I remembered how comfortable I felt when I woke up in his warm sheets. I felt like my mind was basking in the warm rays of the sun as the rich silence enveloped me like a blanket. I just layed there, taking in all the subtle noises that seemed to caress my very soul, relaxing even if I had just woken up.

 

The experience was… Exhilarating.

 

“I’m so glad you did.” he said with a smile. “Anyway... Enough about me and my cabin. I’m eager to learn more about you.”

 

“Ok!” I said as my eyes re-focused on his face. “What would you like to know?”

 

“Well...” he said, looking at me from head to toe. “Why don’t we start with your choice of attire this morning? What motivated you to choose such a flattering outfit?”

 

“Outfit?” I said laughing. “I’ve never heard someone categorize a naked birthday suit as an outfit! As far as motivation goes... That’s super simple! I can’t wear anything at your cabin right? Those are the rules after all.”

 

“I see…” he said, smiling. “I guess I was just wondering how comfortable you were being naked in my company.”

 

“Well...” I said looking down at myself. “I’ll admit that I had a split second of doubt. But as I stood in the room and looked at myself in the mirror, I just felt so comfortable and welcomed that I realized that I didn’t mind it at all. Besides... With your generous hospitality, the least I could do is respect and obey the rules of the house! Huh... I mean cabin!”

 

“I’m glad you feel so comfortable!” he said looking at me. “I’m afraid I can be a little eccentric with my cabin rules, but it is my peaceful getaway so...”

 

“No worries! I completely understand!” I said.

 

“Good good...” he said. “Since you followed my first rule, I take it you got a chance to read all of my cabin rules then?”

 

“Of course I did! What kind of guest would I be if I didn’t?” I said. 

 

“A poor one admittedly...” he said with a big smile. “So since you read through all my rules, I guess my next question is to know how comfortable you are with all of them.”

 

I smiled and bit my lip.

 

“Well...” I said. “To be honest, I can’t be expected to obey rules 4 through 9. I mean... I just can’t!” 

 

He blinked a few times and I did my very best not to laugh.

 

“Oh really?” he finally said, looking me over.

 

I held out for a few more seconds before my smile and laughter betrayed me.

 

“NO not really!” I said, bursting out laughing. “Of course I’ll respect and obey ALL the cabin rules! I’ll be nothing short of the perfect guest!”

 

“Oh...” he said, visibly relieved.

 

“Speaking of...” I said as I looked at the coffee mug in his hands. “If I’m not mistaken, isn’t it time to apply rule 4?”

 

He brought the mug to his lips, blowing on it gently as he looked at me.

 

“Well… I am about to enjoy my morning coffee…” he said with a smile. “So yes… I do believe it is that time.”

 

As if on cue, I watched with delight as his cock twitched and started to rise. Like me, he was completely naked as per his own rules. He had a decent enough figure so I definitely didn’t mind seeing him naked. I hopped off the wooden bench and kneeled on the floor before crawling over to him. His eyes never left me as I placed myself sweetly between his legs.

 

“I’m so glad you accepted my invitation... But I’m even happier you are comfortable with all my cabin rules.” he said as he settled himself a little better to give me as much access as I would need.

 

“It’s nothing really...” I said as I watched his cock reach its full hardness. “A good guest should always make every effort to obey the house rules.”

 

I smiled as I kissed his shaft.

 

“On that we completely agree...” he said as he sipped his coffee.

 

I licked his length and kissed the tip of his cock head.

 

“I will admit that I didn’t expect blow jobs to be part of the rules.” I said as I stroked his cock. “But rules are rules and I will make a point to obey every one of them.”

 

“Which makes you an exemplary guest my dear…” he said as I engulfed him.

 

We stopped talking as he leaned back into his chair and enjoyed my ministrations. His cabin was all about unwinding so it was easy to see why a slow attentive blowjob would help in that endeavor. Especially while he enjoyed his hot coffee and admired the lake view. It made perfect sense to me.

 

Nothing odd about it.

 

If anything...

 

Giving him head was even making ME relax. The sounds of my mouth and tongue seemed to dissolve into the comforting mix of velvety background noises I’ve been hearing since I stepped foot inside his cabin. A sort of welcoming noise that immediately put me at ease and made me relax in a way I had never experienced before. The soothing feeling was definitely at odds with the usual arousal and horniness I experienced when sucking cock, but it was far from unpleasant. It freed me from any sort of nervousness or anxiety and allowed me to just bask in my erotic task. 

 

Not that I was getting turned on per say, but I started to truly enjoy the act of fellating him. It reminded me of the first time I discovered I enjoyed pottery. I had only gone there on a blind date that turned out to be a bust, but I was thankful regardless because I discovered how fun and relaxing it was to work on wet clay.

 

Not that I wanted to become a pottery expert or anything, but I loved the way my mind could focus on the task at hand as I felt the clays smoothly glide along my palms.

 

Sucking is cock wasn’t at all like shaping clay, but it was relaxing me in the same fascinating way as I felt his warm girth slip in and out of my mouth. Of course, the hard cock in my mouth was still arousing me on some levels, but since I was only obeying the rules of his cabin, my horniness didn’t evolve and I could just focus on enjoying the act itself.

 

The goal of his rule was relaxation, so I was in no rush to get him off or get him extra turned on so he would fuck me. All I was required to do was pleasure his cock while he enjoyed his coffee. It gave me an unexpected opportunity to truly take my time and discover what my mouth, tongue and hands could do to give him pleasure. 

 

My task and the serene atmosphere of his cabin consumed me to a point where I was actually startled when he spoke up again.

 

“You’ve done marvelously…” he said, caressing my hair. “And as much as I would like to extend this delectable pleasure, I’m finished with my coffee now.”

 

I looked up at him, his cock still in my mouth, and realized that my task was done. I sucked up his shaft, making sure to collect any excess drool before I let his cock slip out of my mouth. I looked at his hardness and suddenly wondered why he hadn’t ejaculated.

 

“Thank you for that very relaxing blowjob my dear…” he said. “I can safely say that you’ve been an exemplary guest and obeyed the rule to a T.”

 

“My pleasure…” I said, frowning as I looked back up at him.

 

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

 

“No no…” I said. “It’s just… Well… I guess I expected you to… huh… You know… Cum.”

 

“Really?” he said, chuckling. “I guess that would be the norm under normal circumstances. However, the rule isn’t meant to experience a release, it’s meant to relax and thus, I never specified that the blowjob should end with my release. Did I?”

 

I blinked a few times as I recalled the actual wording of the rule.

 

“That’s huh… True…” I said. “It only implies to help you relax with a blowjob while you enjoy your morning coffee…”

 

“Exactly.” he said, smiling.

 

“But…” I said. “Don’t guys feel extra relaxed after they cum? I mean… I know I do…”

 

“Of course we do.” he said, getting up from his chair. “But I would never impose on a guest of mine to actually offer me an orgasm. That would be too much I think. All I require of them is to help me relax and as such, an erotic oral massage of my cock is exactly what I need in the morning to properly relax.”

 

I watched him walk to the sink so he could rinse his used coffee mug, feeling at a loss as I tried to reconcile my expectations with his explanation.

 

“Are you telling me you would prefer it if I came in your mouth?” he said, turning to look at me.

 

“I… Huh… I mean no… Not especially… I mean…” I said. “I guess I’m just surprised a guy would actually stop before he could release. Especially if… Huh… You know… There was no sex afterwards.”

 

“I know exactly what you mean.” he said, walking back to me. “But I’m not like most men you’ll meet when it comes to erotic affairs.”

 

He offered me his hand and I gladly took it so he could help me to my feet.

 

“If I may ask…” I said, smiling. “How are you different?”

 

“Well for one thing…” he said. “I practice tantric sex, or at least, a form of it. Which is why I can so thoroughly relax even if a beautiful girl like you has her lips around my cock.”

 

“You’re right, that’s definitely not like most guys I’ve met before.” I said, looking at the cabin around me. “But at the same time, it makes so much sense that you would. I mean… You’ve spent so much time and energy on this whole relaxation vibe… I guess it’s only natural that your erotic tastes would also align with that too!”

 

“I’m glad you are so understanding.” he said, smiling. “Anyway, now that rule 4 is out of the way, follow me.”

 

He walked away and I immediately followed. Rule number 2 of being a good guest at his cabin was to obey the owner and that rule was even easier to obey than pleasuring his cock. We took a turn into a hallway and went down 2 doors before he stepped into the room at the end. The moment we did, I immediately noticed the difference in temperature. As I stepped further inside he closed the door. The moment he did, I couldn’t help but notice how the soothing soundscape of the cabin increased, making that wonderful feeling bloom even more.

 

For a moment, I just stood there as a strange feeling of ‘deja vu’ made me think I had been in this room before… Like… I had… Experienced something profound here…

 

But as soon as the feeling appeared, it faded away as I noticed how the room felt like a sauna. The warmth seamlessly enhanced the welcoming feeling I was already experiencing. Unlike the rest of the cabin, the room itself was devoid of decorations and only featured a massage table in the middle of the room. 

 

“Wow…” I said, “It feels so different in here…”

 

“Different in a good way I hope?” he said as he walked up to the table.

 

“Definitely…” I said as I approached. “It feels even more welcoming…”

 

“It’s meant to…” he said. “This room is my meditation space. I come here to meditate as well as introduce guests to the experience.”

 

“I see…” I said. “So I take it this is what rule 5 implies when it mentions experiencing the mandatory meditation experience, right?”

 

“Correct.” he said. “I’ll admit, I’m particularly proud of how I managed to sculpt the acoustics and atmosphere in here so… I wanted to show you this room before we explored the rest of the cabin. Although, if you are ready, we can make you experience the deep meditation this room offers now rather than later.”

 

I had never meditated, nor was I anxious enough to ever explore something like it. The whole zen concept wasn’t something I would naturally gravitate to. However, the warmth of the room combined with the relaxing acoustics made me more than a little curious.

 

“Well we are already here aren’t we?” I said with a smile. “Might as well try it now, so how does it work?”

 

He smiled and bent down to reach beneath the table. He pulled out a rolled up towel and placed it at the head of the table.

 

“There are a few steps to be able to fully experience it.” he said, looking back at me. “The first of which requires you to lie down on the table.”

 

He stepped aside and I climbed on the table. Since he placed the towel as a pillow, I took it to mean that I was meant to lie down on my back. I briefly wondered why he used a massage table if I wasn’t meant to lie face down, but then I thought that this room would also be a perfect space to receive a massage. I settled in comfortably and tried very hard to look up at him. Which was hard because the table placed me exactly at the right height to have his cock in my face as he stood next to me.

 

“Just so you know…” I said. “I’ve never done this before.”

 

“No worries…” he said as he moved to the head of the table, thankfully placing his still half erect cock out of sight. “You don’t need any prior experience to experience this. All you have to do is relax.”

 

“Ok…” I said, thinking that with the way I already felt, it would be rather easy.

 

“For this first step…” he said, bending to retrieve something from under the table again. “I’ll be using a focus crystal. Some ancient civilisations believed they helped align chakras and other such ethereal processes, but after researching these, I’ve found that some mildly resonate when you apply the right acoustic frequencies. Level your head so you look straight up at the ceiling.”

 

I stopped trying to look at him and diligently obeyed. Something about his mention of a resonating crystal felt very familiar, stirring up the same ‘deja vu’ from before, but the feeling did last, seemingly swallowed up by the welcoming acoustics around me. 

 

“I’m still researching as to all the implied properties of making the crystal resonate…” he said as he placed a crystal on my forehead. “But so far, I’ve found that they greatly enhance the deep relaxation one experiences by the acoustics of my cabin. You’ll know what I mean once I leave the room.”

 

“Ok…” I said, trying hard not to move so the crystal wouldn’t fall off. “And I take it you are implying that there are other steps after this?”

 

“Yes.” he said as he moved back next to my head. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back once you’ve properly relaxed. For now, just take long soothing breaths and focus on relaxing…”

 

I could see him leave as I began to take long slow breaths, but I heard the door open and close. Now that I was alone in the room, the sound of the closing door seemed to echo in the empty space, making the soothing sounds around me ripple in an intriguing way. I closed my eyes and listened to it fade away into nothing as I wondered how meditation would feel. I had my doubts about actually meditating, but after experiencing such a profoundly restful slumber, I figured that there was a good chance I would feel something.

 

As the comforting sounds became louder, I couldn’t help but smile at how strange and eccentric my host turned out to be. Even if I excluded the nakedness and blowjob rules, this little mandatory mediation was pretty strange. But I was a good guest and if the rules said so, I was going to obey them regardless of how strange they were.

 

It's not like he had outrageous rules or anything…

 

I mean sure, the nakedness and blowjob thing was a little extreme, but like he said, it was just another part of experiencing his sanctuary Considering how much time he spent making it the perfect retreat, it was only natural for him to expect his guests to abide by his rules so his cabin’s atmosphere is maintained.

 

My focus drifted to the light weight of the crystal on my forehead and I remembered how he explained it could resonate. I assumed it was something about chakras or whatever, but the more I focused on the way the crystal felt against my skin, the more I became convinced that it was somehow generating its own warmth.

 

And was it my imagination? Or was it vibrating?

 

As I focused on the new sensation, I immediately noticed how the sounds around me perfectly harmonized themselves with the crystal. It almost felt like gentle waves were spreading down through my skull, caressing my brain in the most surprising way. Each wave massaged my mind, pushing away thoughts as it came in while pulling out what little worries I had when it ebbed back into the crystal.

 

The sensation felt so… Familiar as it gradually became stronger and stronger as my body relaxed and I sank into a sense of peace I had never experienced before. It made my brain feel warm and tingly as my thoughts gradually evaporated, leaving me nothing other than the desire to sink deeper into the welcoming bliss. All my focus was on the ebbing sensation in my mind so I never registered when new sounds began to echo in the room.

 

Even if it was the familiar sound of his voice, it was easy to ignore it in favor of the mediation I was experiencing. Especially since his words were so soft that they meshed in perfectly with the acoustics of the room, giving them a hidden quality that made them sink in with the waves I felt in my skull. 

 

After a while, other sensations infringed on my peaceful bliss, but just like his voice, the oily feel of his hands on my skin only served to deepen my state of relaxation as he gently massaged me. His slow application was expertly timed with the resonating waves and methodically kneaded away every knot they found. Or that’s what my limited brainpower deduced as my body became so relaxed that I felt like I was sinking in the mattress below me. 

 

I was so thoroughly relaxed and focused on the crystal that I never registered or cared when his soothing massage turned erotic. The fact that he started to rub my breasts didn’t seem important enough to pull my focus away from the bliss I was submerged in. In fact, it only served to add a new kind of heat to the experience. Even when his hands went lower and he began to rub my clit with his oily fingers, my mental state never wavered and simply accepted the added pleasure.

 

His words… His hands… The crystal… The soundscape around me… 

 

Everything combined in perfect harmony and strengthened the push and pull I felt resonating from the crystal, making me feel like my very soul was being expertly massaged and relaxed. 

 

I felt so anchored in the moment…. Yet completely detached from myself as the combined effect sent me in an almost dreamlike state. Everything was happening at once, yet nothing did. Pleasures and relaxation mixed, offering me no clues as to what was happening around me. As such, I never became aware of his slow move towards the foot of the table. Nor did I notice it when he climbed on and pulled my legs up to his shoulders. 

 

All I knew was that there was yet another wave of penetrating pleasure that stoked the heat inside my body. The intense relaxing focus I experienced made the source of the pleasure I felt completely irrelevant as I continually surrendered myself to the sensations. The pleasure was pumped deep within me, filling me in leisurely strokes that enhanced the resonance even more, slowly building up the embers into a bonfire that sent me even deeper inside myself.

 

The pleasure warmed me in a way that felt just as welcoming as the cabin itself. It consumed me while the sounds and crystal continued to focus and relax my mind while his words echoed in the empty spaces of my thoughts.

 

I lost myself in that pure euphoric bliss…

 

Eventually though, I felt the resonance of it all gradually diminished and made me realize that I could no longer feel the crystal against my forehead. I felt a moment of deep longing for its resonance spike within my drowsy mind before the sheer calm washed it away. My mind gradually awakened as the volume of the welcoming soundscape lowered back down. I almost whimpered because I didn’t want my experience to end.

 

My body still felt incredibly relaxed, but also tingly as I felt a welcoming unnatural warmth heat up my sensitive sink. Especially around my nipples and pelvis… The sensation reminded me of the arousal gel I tried once to spice things up with my first boyfriend. 

 

I finally mustered enough willpower to open my eyes. 

 

“Welcome back…” he said softly as he loomed over me. “Don’t rush yourself to wake up. It will come naturally… Just breathe slowly and steady…”

 

His face came into sharp focus as something deep within my mind tingled with pleasure, sending an unexpected wave of arousal through my entire body. I couldn’t help but stare into his eyes as I tried to gather my thoughts. Which was surprisingly hard as my mind struggled to wake up.

 

“I must say my dear…” he said, smiling. “For someone who has never experienced meditation before, it looks like you did extremely well.”

 

He was standing right next to me so when he straightened up, I had a first row seat as his fully erect cock came into view. I took in a breath as another spike of intense pleasure shot through my body, making my nipples rise and my clit positively throb. His cock was just inches away and part of me instantly remembered how relaxed it felt to suck on it. 

 

For some reason, I longed to feel it again so without thinking, I turned my head and flipped my arm back around him so I could push him closer. The next thing I knew, my lips had wrapped around his slick girth and I was rewarded with a familiar wave of relaxed contentment. I was briefly aware that is cock tasted different and something deep within my relaxed mind hinted that I knew exactly what it was I was tasting. But then, the same tingles of arousal I felt before washed over my brain, making me ignore the slick texture and foreign taste in favor of the relaxing feel of his shaft along my tongue.

 

The position was awkward, but that didn’t matter as I languorously sucked on his bulbous cock head. My surroundings slowly phased out as the same relaxing fascination took over my focus. The act gave me more and more purpose allowing my mind to gently shake off the lingering peaceful bliss of the resonance.

 

And replacing it with pleasure… Deliciously erotic pleasure…

 

I couldn’t say why it felt so different to have him between my lips, but the simple fact was that he did and the more I sucked, the better I felt and the better I felt, the more I seemed to come back to my sense of self. 

 

“I know that coming out of this experience can make a person feel extra good and appreciative…” he said. “But I must admit that this is a first! Not that I’m complaining mind you…”

 

His words pulled me out of my pleasurable haze and they made me vividly aware that I was sucking his cock even though I wasn’t fulfilling one of his rules. I suddenly realized that I had sucked him purely for my own benefit and pleasure. Fuck…

 

What does that make me? What would he think of me? I was here to enjoy his cabin, not his body! Wasn’t I? I moved away, allowing his wet shaft to pop out of my mouth as I turned my head to look up at him.

 

“I’m so sorry…” I said, cheeks burning. “I… I don’t know what came over me… I mean… I was just a little confused I think… Yeah… I just… Wanted to feel relaxed again… That’s all…”

 

“Don’t feel bad, it’s a completely normal reaction in your state and in truth, it’s actually very important to gradually come back from such a deep state.” he said, still standing so desperately close. “You were just helping yourself relax as a way to steadily pull yourself out of the deep meditative state. Although, I must admit that I didn’t expect you to experience relaxation while sucking my cock…”

 

“I assure you I didn’t expect that either…” I said, half embarrassed out of my mind.

 

“Well I can reassure you that I didn’t read into it at all and I’m actually glad I could be of service to my guest.” he said, smiling fondly. “After all, because of my tantric practices, I experience every moment of pleasure for what it is, regardless of its source or meaning. It allows me to build it up inside me until I’m ready to finally savor it. As you saw this morning, feeling your lips around my cock doesn’t tease me to reach a climax in no way shape or form. All it truly does is relax me with pleasure.”

 

“I guess you’re right…” I said, feeling a little better as I remembered how calm and composed he looked when I stopped blowing him after his coffee was done. 

 

Although there was plenty of appreciation in his eyes, I couldn’t see the tell tale signs of lust in his gaze even if his cock was rock hard.

 

“I obviously won’t expect or ask for such wonderful massages outside of what my rules provide for…” he said, leaning down a little over me. “But I also won’t protest if you wish to make use of my cock outside of said obligations to explore the relaxation you discovered while sucking it.”

 

He winked at me before he straightened up.

 

“No… I don’t imagine you would…” I said, giggling softly. “I’ll huh… I’ll let you know if that happens… You know… BEFORE I actually engulf you…”

 

“That would be appreciated!” he said, chuckling. “Anyway, it looks like you have successfully drifted back to wakefulness. However, first meditation experiences are meant to be savored and they can be quite personal. Please feel free to take all the time you need here to gather your thoughts before you join me in the conservatory, which will be the first door on your right once you step out.”

 

I nodded and watched him step out of the room and close the door behind him. The calm welcoming soundscape enveloped me as I was left there, lying alone with my thoughts. He was right, the experience was quite intense and I smiled as I remembered how blissful it had been for not only my mind, but my body as well. I had never felt so relaxed and it made the whole experience seem like a dream. But even so, I could still vividly recall the mix of deep relaxation and warm body aching pleasure.

 

I moved my hands along my body and became aware of how smooth and moisturized my skin was. Vague memories of feeling his oily hands floated to the surface and I realized that his oily massage hadn’t been a dream. A small part of me thought it was a little forward of him to massage my front so thoroughly, but the tingly pleasure inside my mind pointed out that it was all part of the experience. There was nothing sexual about it.

 

The tingling in my mind felt so good that I didn’t question my logic…

 

However, as my hands cupped my sensitive breasts, I found myself feeling a small sliver of disappointment that it wasn’t. Not that I had accepted his invitation in the hopes of enjoying his body, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny that the thought of his strong oily hands massaging my tits was arousing me. The thought sent my hand traveling down my body, but I stopped myself short of actually touching my slightly throbbing clit. There was nothing sexual going on between us… Well not in the typical sense…

 

All he was doing was simply showing his guests the wonders of exploring relaxing pleasure. Nothing more…

 

Besides, as much as it would feel good right now, I couldn’t really bring myself to indulge while he waited to show me more of his wonderful cabin. I took a long deep breath and pulled my head out of the gutter so I could focus on gathering myself up. I made a point to bask in the welcoming silence of the room for a little while more before I felt I was ready to move.