Eryna felt like she couldn’t breathe. He was so close; just a few more inches and their lips could have touched. The silence had become thick, as the only thing that made a sound was the rush of the creek.
Then the sound of Eryna's growling stomach stopped the moment, breaking the tension as her face turned a deep shade of red. They had been out for a while, and her stupid stomach had decided it was going to embarrass her. If she had known they were going far, she would have smacked them with more than just bread and water.
What worsened it was that Zaydem had started laughing; she punched his arms before she got off from straddling him in the shallow base of the cool creek, and now she felt cold to the bone, shivering from the cold water. She wondered if they would continue the journey
