47 Beg
Aleric is captivated by her emerald-green eyes. The memories of the morning and the night before stir in his pants, images of her parted lips, and sounds of her pants. The memories are delicious to Aleric.
"Come. Sit on my lap." Aleric reaches for Vin, pulling her onto his lap. The market is not much further.
How far can I push her until we arrive at the market? Aleric twirls her hair in his fingers.
Vin is so light in his lap, her skin is soft like a feather under his palm. Yet, he can feel her warmth radiating through the fabric of her clothes. Aleric pulls the curtains wide on his side so that Vin can continue to watch the bustling streets as she was before.
He wonders what thoughts go through her mind, or any human mind. Her eyes are glued to the window. He assumes that sh
