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Snowed In: Epilogue - navessa allen
BEN I wake to the sound of the distant, pounding surf and soft chanting. A warm breeze wafts over me, bringing with it the tang of salt and the smell of a deep green, verdant forest. The sheets are wrapped around my legs, half pulled off the bed from me and Ella’s midday sex session. I must have fallen asleep afterward. Our impromptu fall vacation has taken way more out of me than I thought it would. This is Ella’s first trip to Hawaii, and the woman wants to do everything. Yesterday, we woke up at the ass crack of dawn for surf lessons. She’s terrible. I have so much video blackmail to get back at her for that cross-country ski incident last winter that I am gleefully looking forward to the opportune moments to dole it out. Maybe I can enlist Jane to help me. She has the kind of devious mentality that would be perfect for this. Must be where Willow gets it from. After Ella’s fail-surfing, we spent late morning out on the water, on a chartered whale watching vessel. After landing, we ate lunch, then headed further inland to hike the volcano and watch the sun …