I woke up sometime in the night from a frustratingly delicious s****l dream. The feel of Stolas’ soft lips and gentle fingers, the brush of soft feathers across my skin, the movement as our bodies met, it all had me gasping and panting for breath. Golden eyes met mine across from the fire, and suddenly I was certain he knew what I’d been dreaming. Part of me was embarrassed, but another smaller part, that was growing stronger, wanted to rush to him, take up where the dream left off. Find out if those fingers were truly that skilled, the hair as soft. I wrenched my gaze away from his and shuddered, burying myself in my blankets.
“Ugh, how can you carry this heavy pack?” I complained the second day, shoving it up onto Stolas’ feathered back and buckling it in place.
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