Chapter 15Dakota
I snuggled against him, taking advantage of its warmth and its smell to forget these last hours of torture. His fingers slide down my arm, giving birth to an unspeakable desire. It's only my arm, damn it! I imagine the effect it would his hands make me feel on other parts of my body. I look at him through my lowered eyelids, guessing his abs through my eyelashes, and draw each hollow and each bump with the index finger, delighting to see them contract as I pass. He only put on pants and the sight offered to me makes me even warmer than his skin.
— Dakota, you need to rest. The others went on a spotting trip to Gettysburg. We need to join them in a few hours to help them.
A few hours. We can do things in a few hours. And I have a lot of ideas going through my mind, even
