Up Close with Octavia Red

Octavia Red tells Robby her dream getaway is a cabin so deep in the woods the trees choke the light. Spooky, but cozy. Enough creep in the air to make you both want to cling tighter under the blankets. Cabin’s nowhere in sight right now, but Octavia’s not bothered. She’s bringing the plans to bed anyway. Starts slow. Lazy kisses. Hands sliding over fabric like they’re unwrapping a gift they already peeked at. Robby grins like a fool because he knows where this script goes. Mouths get greedier, hips find their rhythm, breathing turns ragged. Pretty soon the room’s thick with heat and the promise of what hasn’t been done yet. Not woodsmoke in their lungs, but something just as hungry.