A soft breeze blew in through the open windows of the cabin. The wind must have been coming in from the direction of the quarry he and Rowan had swum in the night before, because Daniel could smell the fresh water along with some spearmint that was growing in an old wine barrel on the porch. The wind chime hanging outside moved in the breeze. The soft tinkling of the glass was drowned out almost completely by the chirping of nearby birds.
Rowan was still asleep. Her head was resting on Daniel’s bare chest. The slight weight of her and the warmth of her skin on his was comforting. One of her arms was draped across his chest and one leg was hiked over him, the inside of her thigh resting just under his manhood. Daniel lifted his hand and stroked the smooth skin of the woman’s back.
