*Norah*
I feel as though tender bruises cover every inch of my weary body. Heat has blasted me for more days than I care to count. Sweat has dried on sweat. I have never in my entire life been so incredibly miserable, physically or mentally.
The kiss River bestowed on me in the rain haunts me, the sensations he stirred to life continue to brew. I wanted his mouth on me then, I want it now. Yet I know desires are a danger to us and must be banked, abandoned, forgotten.
I hear horses trotting in the distance. I smell a pleasant aroma that makes my mouth water and my stomach tighten.
The tension in River's body seems to drain away. "We're nearly home, querida," he says quietly. "It is late, almost everyone will be in bed, and I don't want to disturb them, so we must be very quiet."
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