There was warmth at my back as he approached, and I stiffened, conflicted. I hoped Tyrrik would touch me, I longed for it, and I worried about what it may mean to give into that longing. He fell back once more and spoke in my mind instead. There’s another branch ahead. I wiped my eyes and saw he was right. I pushed the branch out of the way and let it fling back. This time when Tyrrik grunted, I knew he’d let me tree-whip him on purpose, and the thought struck me that he might’ve been letting me fling branches at him all morning. Holy pancakes, he sure knew how to treat a woman. I couldn’t
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