*Merida*
I don’t remember nodding my consent. I know I had not been able to form the words to give it. But somehow, he must have read my acquiescence because he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed.
Feeling his uneven gait, realizing that his leg is not as healed as he claims, I protest his carting me, but he has none of it. He is determined to give me all his attention.
He lays me on the bed with a gentleness that almost makes me weep. He brushes his lips over mine, so sweetly. I lift up for more, only to be greeted by his soft chuckle as he turns away from me and begins to go through the room, dimming lamps, extinguishing candles.
I wonder how he knows that the request was hovering on the tip of my tongue. I have never been truly intimate with a man. In truth, I don’t kno
