Mercy Strongheart

A large arm wraps around me and pulls me close into a warm body that smells like pine trees and sweat.  Jamal spoons up to me from behind.  I smile, remembering the night before.  I breathe in the smell of him and press my back against his skin.  It was a good night.  Still, there is something that nags at me, like a faint voice repeating an urgent message, warning me that this familiarity might n