Bab 97: Love, laugh, live

There, on their shared bed, after the bath, on the cleanest linens the inn could offer, Cael held Ginevra in his arms again. This time, there was no clothing to prevent him from feeling the warmth of her skin on his. Another proof that they were still alive, and that they have won!

"Vittorio will have things to say to you tomorrow," Ginevra murmured while tracing the contours of the muscles on Cael's chest with her fingers. The last rays of the evening sun from the window made them throw dark shadows on his tanned skin.

Each stroke was more fuel to the fire within him, but Cael relished in letting it simmer. It was relaxing, and he needed to relax. There was also special pleasure in the intimacy and the companionship, one that Cael didn't know he needed until he found it. Then, today, he almost lost it.

"I don't care," he said against Ginevra's skin. She shivered.