She could feel the painted moss against her bare soles and the pulse of the autumn forest that surrounded the two lovers against her skin. Heat from a waning sun bore down on her as fallen leaves crunched beneath her heels. There was music, too. Music that Blythe swayed to as she shut her eyes and let the story play out in her mind’s eye. She watched as Aris smiled and drew her into his chest, able to feel the firmness of his body. The heat of his touch as he pulled her close, and—
