Chapter 5Markle gripped his lute tightly in his hands as he followed the dancer out of their room.
His mind still reeled from the kiss. First, Markle had felt such embarrassment, holding his lute in front of the dancer. Then, he’d begun to play and his focus had shifted to Frye’s movements. Just like that first time, the dancer was graceful, his body lithe and suggestive. It was such simple motions, but when Frye combined them together, his dark limbs swaying, Markle’s mouth had gone dry.
He’d been filled with desire.
When Frye had performed in Hippshaw in the common room, it had been a carnal sort of dance. Markle had been worked into a frenzy, ready to rip the dancer’s clothes off and spy what was beneath. The two of them alone in the room had a different mood. It’d been longing. Plen
