My best enemy

Maea

The worst of all blessings

Catching Liam's unspoken question, she smiled quietly, a hasty quirk of a mouth that nevertheless held on to lingering apprehension even as she relinquished her leg into his hands. Given that she'd slept in his arms it shouldn't be nerve-wracking with a bit of squeezing of a calf, but... all the rules had been upended, and it didn't matter much where he touched her. The effect was the same; hot and intimate, his fingers finding spots of tension and working them out while she struggled to keep her thoughts out of the gutter. That he stopped seemed an odd kind of torture. That those big hands of his held on to her knee still was thrilling, embarrassing, so very tempting... not something she was prepared to give up for the sake of a single rabbit. Not when they had plenty of food in the larder and no pressing reason to kill it.

Shaking her head to indicate they might as well wait, Maea shifted her seat so she could get better support for her back against a tree. A flush colored her cheeksand her gaze lingered on Liam, following the path of a droplet down his throat. What would it feel like if her lips traveled that same line? Would he taste as golden as he looked in this moment? Aching to find out, it was all she could do to remain where she was; fighting like she never had before to keep her hands to herself and respect a wish they'd both agreed to. Slow... they would go slow.

So why was her heart racing like this just by gazing at him?

The most beautiful of curses

Base by Skylark