Oryn's POV
Olive cannot know that what I feel for her is greater than my fear of losing her. Although I long to assure her that I'd be there for her, the wide gulf between us still puts on the other side of the divide. Letting her go was the right and wrong thing to do. I need a straight mind and a clear thought, if I must achieve my goal. Keeping her around, seeing her everyday, perceiving her scent, pulling her boldy closer to mine, hands wrapped around her trim waist, her n*****s gliding over my chest, drowning in hungry kisses from her soft lips...
'Get a grip on yourself, Orvyn. If you keep thinking about her this way, you'll never let her go!' My subconscious reprimanded me.
At the courtyard, the elders were on their feet, a woman with sunburn skin in a worn-out cote was with the
