It was completely irresponsible, bordering on stupid. We were supposed to be on watch. But what better way to improve the long night?
“What if we are caught?” I asked, but did not stop him from undressing.
“Shh…” He scolded as he reached to pull my tunic over my head. “The others are asleep, and I have dreamed of this all day.”
His hands felt so good on my bare skin, trailing lines of fire where they had touched. I succumbed to my desire and was washed away by a flood of emotion as his lips pressed urgently against mine.
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