“I made the bed for us in the corner of the wall.” It was as far as I could get from the nest of whatever those flying creatures were.
“Good work, kid.” He took a long swallow of water and capped the canteen. I watched in fascination the single drop of water that clung to his upper lip. His tongue swept out to catch it.
My lips parted, and my tongue peeked out to mimic his actions. My breath became jerky.
I raised my gaze to find his fastened on my mouth. He tipped my chin up and fitted his lips over mine, and I forgot about what the future might hold.
For long moments we stood locked in that embrace. “You really are special, you know that?”
I was starting to believe him.
“Come on, let’s go to bed.”
The little sabretooth made a questioning sound. We’d fed him some of the boar—he did
