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Snowed In: Chapter Seventeen - navessa allen
ELLA I’m glowing. Positively radiating contentment. I’m so deliriously happy that not even the sound of the dryer buzzer blaring out from my bathroom can make a dent in my mood. If it didn’t drive the dogs berserk, I’d be singing. Two days ago, Ben and I had sex. Mind-blowing sex. Sex that was in turns gentle, rough, sweet, funny, and so intimate that I don’t think I’ve ever felt that connected to another human being. Every time I remember of the look on his face as he came, a little shiver of pleasure runs through me. I switch the laundry, haul the clean clothes up my stairs, fold them, and then retreat back downstairs into my little art studio tucked in the very back corner of the house. It’s a closet of a room, but I keep most of my supplies stowed elsewhere, so only a desk and a chair and whatever medium I’m working with on a given day clutters it up when I’m using it. Right now, a throw cloth is strewn over the floor, on top of which sits my easel. I came in here this morning thinking to start a new line of artwork for …