"Would you like me to scratch your back?"
"Mm, yes, do," Nakora murmured and turned in the narrow bunk. She stretched and smiled, allowing herself to enjoy Harbend's hands on her back. Cramped or not it was still a luxurious feeling, and she intended to the most out of it.
"Like it?"
"Uh um."
"Want me to again, later?"
On the verge of lazily answering him she heard the edge in his voice and caught herself. "How much later?" she asked with apprehension and a little fear.
"As much as would please you," he answered.
"When we return?" Now, she had said it.
"Yes, I think I would enjoy that very much," Harbend whispered, and digging his lips into her back he fell very, very silent.
Tears came to her eyes. Would she dare sharing her life with him. Would she dare not to? But in the end the answer gave itself as she finally admitted what she had known for some time now. "I love you."
Harbend hugged her closer before echoing her words.
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The Taleweaver
FantasyOne man to change a life Two to change a world An outworlder comes to Otherworld where words come true where he comes true The Taleweaver Author note: I apologize for the horrid chapter disposition. I got my act together after publishing this novel...
