with you to think they aren’t faults.”
“Maybe. But I don’t care.”
She gave one quick laugh. I leaned in and we settled into a dance of our lips.
When I finally drew back, she didn’t have the same longing look as before. Her eyes showed pain.
“I hate to say it, but this isn’t what we should be doing right now.” She reached up to play with my hair.
“Right. Let’s discuss Swenn.” I sat up.
She did as well but then threw her arms around my neck and pressed her mouth against mine again. Our lips moved in a steady rhythm, speeding up as our fingers entwined. My body started to burn. I could feel the same passion in Shara as her chest heaved with each labored breath.
Soon she was taking off my shirt. She locked her lips back on mine and stroked her hands from my chest down to my waist. I reached for the straps of her nightgown, but she put her hand on top of mine to still it and then pulled away.
“I’ll take the blame for that,” she said, “but I’m also taking the responsibility to stop us.”
“Swenn…right.”
Her lips pursed as her heated gaze roamed my body.
“Either you need to put your shirt on or I need to look away.”
She didn’t look away.
I laughed and took her in my arms, spooning her as I had so many nights before. But I felt closer to her this time, like I didn’t need to speak for her to understand my thoughts, the tight hold of my arm telling her everything I wanted her to know.
“Before I forget,” Shara said, “as soon as I can trade in one of my dalions for a hundred silver, I’ll give you the four I owe you.”
“I don’t care about four silver. Keep them.”
“I was looking forward to paying you back.” She ran her nails along my arm. I could never tire of the sensation it created. “It’s an excuse to kiss your check as thanks for lending me the money.”
“You don’t need an excuse anymore.”
She rolled over to face me, my arm still around her. We were so close, I could feel each of her warm yet gentle exhales. It took all of my willpower not to kiss her.
“We really should talk about Swenn,” she whispered.
“We should.”
Her gaze shifted to my lips. I stared at hers. “I can’t even think about him right now,” I admitted.
“You should’ve waited until after to kiss me.”
“I should’ve.”
We fell silent, my mind keeping Swenn out. A whole lot of anger awaited the moment I had to consider what to do about him and I just couldn’t put myself there, not right now.
Apparently Shara couldn’t, either. We just stared, yearning but not acting.
“We could always talk about him later,” she suggested, a wry grin forming.
I felt the hair on my arms stand up. We shared a quick peck. It forced my mouth into a smile. We shared another, then I shifted on top of her as we kissed.
She pulled away. “Wait, listen.”
Then I heard it as well. Someone was trying to get through the locked door.
“Damn!” I whispered with fury as I heard a key being inserted.
Soon, Henry—shirtless, gigantic Henry—stood in the room with his arms folded, tsking me with clicks of his tongue.
“Go away,” Shara tried. Of course it didn’t work. Henry walked to our bed and got in, the mattress undulating violently with his movement.
Shara and I sat up, glaring at him. He put his arms behind his head, a relaxed look on his face.
“Come here,” Shara said, pulling me with her to the other side of the bed where she turned and faced me. “If we whisper, we can still speak without him hearing.”
But Henry scooted over, the bed shaking noisily until he settled just beside me, his arm uncomfortably against mine.
Shara put her hands around my ear and whispered so quietly I barely could hear her. “Just speak like this.”
I nodded. Henry sighed and sat up. He grabbed my arm and started to pull me away from Shara.
“What are you doing?” A pointless question. I was already back past the center of the bed.
Henry rolled over me, forcing the
“Maybe. But I don’t care.”
She gave one quick laugh. I leaned in and we settled into a dance of our lips.
When I finally drew back, she didn’t have the same longing look as before. Her eyes showed pain.
“I hate to say it, but this isn’t what we should be doing right now.” She reached up to play with my hair.
“Right. Let’s discuss Swenn.” I sat up.
She did as well but then threw her arms around my neck and pressed her mouth against mine again. Our lips moved in a steady rhythm, speeding up as our fingers entwined. My body started to burn. I could feel the same passion in Shara as her chest heaved with each labored breath.
Soon she was taking off my shirt. She locked her lips back on mine and stroked her hands from my chest down to my waist. I reached for the straps of her nightgown, but she put her hand on top of mine to still it and then pulled away.
“I’ll take the blame for that,” she said, “but I’m also taking the responsibility to stop us.”
“Swenn…right.”
Her lips pursed as her heated gaze roamed my body.
“Either you need to put your shirt on or I need to look away.”
She didn’t look away.
I laughed and took her in my arms, spooning her as I had so many nights before. But I felt closer to her this time, like I didn’t need to speak for her to understand my thoughts, the tight hold of my arm telling her everything I wanted her to know.
“Before I forget,” Shara said, “as soon as I can trade in one of my dalions for a hundred silver, I’ll give you the four I owe you.”
“I don’t care about four silver. Keep them.”
“I was looking forward to paying you back.” She ran her nails along my arm. I could never tire of the sensation it created. “It’s an excuse to kiss your check as thanks for lending me the money.”
“You don’t need an excuse anymore.”
She rolled over to face me, my arm still around her. We were so close, I could feel each of her warm yet gentle exhales. It took all of my willpower not to kiss her.
“We really should talk about Swenn,” she whispered.
“We should.”
Her gaze shifted to my lips. I stared at hers. “I can’t even think about him right now,” I admitted.
“You should’ve waited until after to kiss me.”
“I should’ve.”
We fell silent, my mind keeping Swenn out. A whole lot of anger awaited the moment I had to consider what to do about him and I just couldn’t put myself there, not right now.
Apparently Shara couldn’t, either. We just stared, yearning but not acting.
“We could always talk about him later,” she suggested, a wry grin forming.
I felt the hair on my arms stand up. We shared a quick peck. It forced my mouth into a smile. We shared another, then I shifted on top of her as we kissed.
She pulled away. “Wait, listen.”
Then I heard it as well. Someone was trying to get through the locked door.
“Damn!” I whispered with fury as I heard a key being inserted.
Soon, Henry—shirtless, gigantic Henry—stood in the room with his arms folded, tsking me with clicks of his tongue.
“Go away,” Shara tried. Of course it didn’t work. Henry walked to our bed and got in, the mattress undulating violently with his movement.
Shara and I sat up, glaring at him. He put his arms behind his head, a relaxed look on his face.
“Come here,” Shara said, pulling me with her to the other side of the bed where she turned and faced me. “If we whisper, we can still speak without him hearing.”
But Henry scooted over, the bed shaking noisily until he settled just beside me, his arm uncomfortably against mine.
Shara put her hands around my ear and whispered so quietly I barely could hear her. “Just speak like this.”
I nodded. Henry sighed and sat up. He grabbed my arm and started to pull me away from Shara.
“What are you doing?” A pointless question. I was already back past the center of the bed.
Henry rolled over me, forcing the
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