The promise left a bitter taste on her lips. She wanted to take it back, right then and there, she wanted to break her promise at the same time as she registered what she said but she couldn’t. It was done and from now on, there was no taking back.
Both of them sat for a while on the bank of the stream. Rosamund kept taking secretive glances at Ruslan who was busy sharpening his pocket knife with a stone. He looked unreal in the daylight. His hair was grown than last she had seen him, a few days stubble made him look so sexy that it was hard for Rosamund to look at him without having explicit thoughts. His lips, oh how she missed the feel of them against her own. The plumpiness and the taste that made her addicted the first time she had tasted them. Rosamund wanted to feel the warmth of
