5
We had camped and in the morning brought new hope as sunbeams stretched their glowing arms, through the leafy canopy and onto my blankets. The air, crisp and cool, sent shivers down my spine. Thoughts of Bram and his kiss still lingered. Tracin’ my lips wi’ my finger, and rememberin’ his touch. Warm. Tender. I still felt it. The thought of having to continue our journey to Arabel’s saddened me once again.
I see ye woke.
My head turned toward the voice. My breath left me and my heart dropped. There stood Bram, wet and shirtless.
“Mornin’…” Breathless from shock.
His eyes widened. Ye alright?
I cleared my throat some. “Aye… aye, just…” cleared some more, “parched.” I rubbed my throat making my lie look more truthful.
His kilt hung low on his hips, not too low, just enough to give me
