Bab 39: Chapter 39: Memories

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. - Kahlil Gibran

Vlad strips off his clothing, laying them across some stones surrounding the steamy water.

His pale broad shoulders and lean waist stand out against the dark background in the soft hue of the light.

God, he's attractive. Plus, he knows I desire him. That I want him. Hell, one wouldn't have to be a mind reader to figure that out.

His eyes meet mine eyes, and a flutter of desire churns in the pit of my belly.

"Come here." The corners of his lips curl into a grin. 'You need to warm your body.'

Turning away from his smoldering gaze, I ignore his extended hand. "Why don't you feel the cold like I do?"

'I am used to cooler temperatures - that is all.' He approaches, standing over me. 'Come. You are shivering.'

He extends a hand once again. I take it, reluctantly, which makes the grin on his face stretch from ear to ear.