When we finished, he spun me around and gathered me into his arms. Lifting me effortlessly, he pressed a hot kiss to my mouth. Yes! Relief rushed through me as I kissed him back. Too soon, he set me down, though he reached out to touch my cheek. “Much as I long to taste you again, we must go. Our people await.” I understood. His quietness over breakfast changed into a whole other meaning—worry about our goal instead of about last night. Lightness filled me, and I hummed as we strapped on our packs.
