Dage touched the skin where it was exposed, tracing his finger over her soft skin. Zaya shivered, his finger adding more to the emotions his words had caused. She could see it too. He did belong in Kemet. Whether he belonged there by her side, was the question.
“Tell me more,” Zaya said swallowing the lump that was lodged in her throat. Her heart squeezed in her chest, and she felt that emotion that had formed in her chest unfurl.
“During the hunting season all the men in the village camped out in the bush, just like we are doing…and we would dig big trenches to lay traps in. when the time was right we would break into two groups corralling the game we wanted into the traps,” Dage said with pride continuing with his hunting escapades. His finger never ceased gliding on Zaya’s thigh. He
