Teeny chapter as may not be able to update for a day or so - but something to keep you going!
There was something surreal about the scene.
Something surreal about being here, in this place, at this moment.
Something otherworldly and serene.
And she had never looked so natural and beautiful to him, sat there with no make up and damp hair.
And she had never been so aware of his unbuttoned shirt and the wet cotton and the sheer sexual presence of him.
She began to fiddle with her hair again, feeling rather hot and flustered. The back was still damp and so she reversed around towards the fire attempting to dry it.
"Lean back," he said quietly.
She looked at him quizzically.
"Lean back. You're not going to dry it like that."
She did as he asked, propping herself on her arms, the back of her head nearer now to the fire.
He shuffled closer beside her, his hands reaching out and copying her earlier gestures, splaying strands of her hair between his fingers.
Gently. Delicately. Tenderly.
Neither spoke.
With just the sound of the rain and the heat of the fire.