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With no towel to offer Charlotte for cleaning up, Damon had resorted to wiping her down with the now muddy blanket. She didn’t help, content to be held and cared for in quiet adoration. Taking a deep breath, he searched the area and found the fresh scent of water nearby. He lifted her in his arms and carried her towards the sound and scent of a distant stream. Her arms dangled loosely around his neck, and she seemed to study his face while they made the brief journey.
“Can I ask my questions now?” she asked.
“Ask away.” He stepped over a large fallen tree and groped her bottom under the premise of adjusting her balance in his grip.
“Is it always that,” she sighed and shook her head, as if searching for the right word, “passionate?”
He nodded.
“If that was you being cautious, what i
