Sisterly

Faith washed the dishes, then handed them over to Douglas to dry. They'd evolved over the years to something more akin to sister wives than anything else.

"Cold out," Douglas murmured. Faith nodded.

"It'll be better when Devonte returns from his expedition," she responded. They snuggled while Devonte was leading expeditions on Denali, but it was sexless. Devonte was the one that really heated up the bed, and them both.

Afterwards, Douglas fed the dogs, and went out to cut some firewood. It was a cold winter indeed. And he had a feeling the worst was yet to come.