A place for the rest of us

Maggie settled into him, knowing by now exactly where she fit best. She took a deep breath, breathing him in and letting his scent move through her and warm the chill this place left down into her bones. "I'd strike both of these damned days off the Folly calendar if I could," she said after a moment's thought. "But since I'm sitting here, and still missing him, that thought feels just a little hypocritical."