Watson
I wake up alone, the grey dawn creeping up across the thin fabric of the tent above me. For one long, sickening moment, I’m sure I dreamed it all. The crossbow, the kiss. The taste. But just as I remember, my mouth floods, my body tightening with sweet anticipation. I couldn’t have imagined her. She was too perfect. Turning my head, feeling for her warmth, I find nothing but her lingering scent.
Carefully, I peek through the crack in the tent’s flaps. I catch sight of her hair immediately, even in the low light. What little glow the sky has gathered already shines from the pale curls, a lighthouse. I smile, bite my lip. She’s so lovely, the shape of her in the dawn, the curve of her profile. She looks like a goddess, like a dream. My own.
Unable to resist, I come out, my steps lo
