24: Afterglow
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EVENTUALLY, THE RAIN STOPPED. Banjo pulled her up and walked with her further into the cave. She was grateful that it was fractionally warmer there, thanks to the fire he’d started beforehand.
She briefly imagined how awkward it would be but didn’t have the chance to dwell on it. She watched him crouch over his backpack, pulling out one thing at a time, searching for something to dry her with. He found a clean cotton tee shirt and patted her dry with it. He wiped her face, which was still flushed from the love-making and the cold.
‘Beautiful,’ he said, as he gazed captivated by her eyes. It’s those lashes, he thought, so long and thick.
He dried her neck, then her breasts, ‘Exquisite.’
It felt electric, but she soon came to her senses and took the shirt away fr
