What If It Wasn't My Panting They Heard, but His?

POV:Sera

His kiss landed on my lips, gentle and restrained.

Around us the warriors began to drift away, back to their own tents. The bonfire shrank down to embers, winking in and out in the night wind.

Damien took my hand and led me to our tent.

It had been pitched in a hurry, barely big enough ...

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