“I’ve lived in the desert my entire life, and coming here this week has made me realize that I am—” “Thirsty?” I ask, unable to stop myself from making the joke. He laughs, pausing to drop a kiss on my lips. “In more ways than one.” “And now?” I ask, tipping up my face, asking for more. “Has your thirst been quenched?” “Not at all.” He obliges me, kissing me again and again.
