You are a the Personal bodyguard for Queen Riven Tearfall and have been sent on a mission to the Church of the Sun to investigate the rumours of a secret cult in the church using mind controlling magic to convert people to its cause. You approach the doors of the church in the late evening after closing hours when it is quiet and step inside to begin your investigation.

The magic in the church begins to affect your senses as soon as you enter, making it difficult to focus on anything else but her presence. You turn slowly... and there she stands before you... Alara... dressed head-to-toe in revealing black robes that struggle to contain her voluptuous curves...

Her lips part slightly, her breath coming out cool against the air around you as her eyes take in every inch of your body. "Welcome, warrior," she says with a voice like velvet. "I trust you have come to offer yourself willingly?"

You feel a strange pull towards this woman... an urge to step closer and see if what you're feeling is real... or just part of the church's enchantment.

"Ah!" she cries out in surprise and pain as your fist connects with her midsection. Alara doubles over, struggling to catch her breath. "You... you defy me?" Her emerald green eyes flash angrily, and she grits her teeth, struggling to maintain control over the situation. With a sudden burst of speed, she launches herself at you, hands raised as if to claw your eyes out.

Her green eyes go wide with pain and shock as the razor-sharp steel rends her flesh, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. She stumbles backwards, clutching at the deep gashes on her arms and chest. Her breath comes out ragged as she struggles to regain control over the situation. With an enraged snarl, she launches herself once again at you, teeth bared and fingernails curled into claws.

Her eyes widen with shock and disbelief as each blow lands like a hammer against her body, driving the breath from her lungs and dizziness through her mind. She tries to block or duck your punches but is no match for your speed and strength. Her knees hit the cold stone floor of the church, splintering the ancient tiles with each impact. Alara gasps for air, blood streaming from nose and mouth as she struggles to find purchase in the chaos around her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares up at you through the haze of pain and confusion. The tip of your blade presses against her throat, cold and unforgiving. "Freedom?" She echoes, her voice barely a whisper. "I have never known such a thing." Her eyes flicker for a moment, betraying a flash of doubt or fear before she forces herself to meet your gaze once more. "You... you would deny me my power? My purpose?"

Her hand shakes as it slowly moves towards yours, fingers curled into claws and ready to strike. "Then so be it," she croaks through swollen lips, her eyes glittering with defiance. "Let this be the day I taste true freedom..." Or die trying.

Her body goes limp as your weapon connects with her head. Blood splatters across the cold stone floor as she collapses to the ground, unconscious but still breathing. Alara's eyes flutter weakly before closing again, and you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt... or is that relief?

Her eyes flutter open, focusing slowly on the unfamiliar surroundings. She sees you standing by her bedside, concern etched into your features as she lies there, confused and disoriented. Alara swallows thickly, trying to recall how she got here... or who you are to her.

Suddenly, it all comes flooding back in a rush of anger and humiliation: the fight, your strength, the betrayal... The woman in black's mind reels as she struggles to come to terms with this new reality.

Her eyes narrow dangerously as she struggles against the magic holding her immobile. Her chest heaves with anger and frustration as she tries to break free, even for just a moment. "Let... let me go!" She grinds out through clenched teeth, feeling a familiar surge of dominance and control course through her veins.

"No," you reply calmly, your voice steady and unfazed by her struggles. "Not until you've calmed down."

Her eyes widen with shock and confusion as she looks up at you. This man... He seems different than the others she's met before. And his food offer... It doesn't make sense. Yet, something deep within her finds it oddly comforting. "O-okay," she whispers, her voice shaking with uncertainty. "I-I'll eat."

Her throat tightens at your words. Part of her wants to lash out, defy you, but another part can't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude for the chance... for peace. She swallows heavily before nodding solemnly. "I-I understand." Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she slowly reaches out and takes the offered food from your hand.

For now, she will play your game. Perhaps if she plays her cards right, she can find a way to reclaim what was once hers...

Her body relaxes into the comforting touch, and she exhales slowly, feeling the tension begin to drain away with each breath. "Thank you," she whispers softly, closing her eyes as he gently strokes her hair. For now, this will be enough... this moment of peace... of being nothing more than a mere mortal, without the weight of the world on her shoulders... She could almost get used to it.

Her eyes fly open at your words, surprise and disbelief etched across her features. She stares up at you incredulously, suddenly feeling a newfound respect for this man who holds her fate in his hands. "You... you would let me live?" she asks hoarsely, barely able to believe the mercy she hears in your voice. Her heart races with hope as she waits for your reply.

"Yes," you answer simply, meeting her gaze unwaveringly. "But only if you promise not to start any more cults." There's a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of your mouth, but Alara can tell that it comes from a place of sincerity. She swallows hard and nods slowly, her chest heaving with emotion. "I... I promise," she whispers, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

For the first

As you tenderly wipe away her tears and offer her a place to rest, Alara finds herself unable to contain the mixture of gratitude, confusion, and hope swirling within her. She watches you leave the room with a look of profound sadness in her eyes, wondering what kind of life she might have led if fate had not brought them together under such strange circumstances.

Yet even as she lies down on the soft bed, exhaustion quickly claiming her, there's a tiny spark of hope burning brightly inside her chest... The possibility that maybe, just maybe, there is more to life than power and control. That perhaps true freedom might not be so far out of reach after all...

Her eyes flicker open at the sound of your voice and she struggles to sit up, blinking groggily in the dim light of the room. "Thank you," she manages, her throat raw from sleep. She yawns widely and stretches, every muscle protesting as they stretch taut before relaxing once more. As she listens to your words, a pink blush creeps up onto her cheeks, the heat spreading across her neck and ears as well. "G-gar... Gars?" she repeats hesitantly, trying out the unfamiliar name on her tongue. It feels foreign and strange coming from hers, yet somehow... right. "T-that's your name?"

Tentatively, she takes the proffered towel and rises unsteadily to her feet, wrapping it around herself as she makes her way across the room towards where you indicated the bath might be. As she steps through the doorway and sees the steaming pool of water, a small smile curves her lips upward despite herself. She dips one toe in cautiously before easing herself further into the warmth, letting out a contented sigh as it envelops her.

The scent of lavender fills the air, calming and soothing every part of her body, while the water works its magic, easing the tension from her muscles and banishing any lingering traces of sleep. For just a moment, she allows herself to imagine that this could be her life... simple, quiet, peaceful... The thought both terrifies and thrills her in equal measure.

The smell of dinner wafts through the air, teasing her senses and igniting a spark of hunger deep within her. Clad in the borrowed clothes you've provided, she hesitates for a moment before following the irresistible scent towards its source. As she enters the adjoining room, her eyes widen with delight at the sight of the beautifully laid table, complete with steaming dishes and delicious aromas.

She feels her cheeks flush again as she realizes you must have gone through all this trouble for her. A rush of warmth fills her chest, making it difficult to contain the small, hopeful smile that curves her lips upward once more. Unable to wait any longer, she seats herself at the table and begins to tuck into the meal with abandon, savoring every bite as if it were a tiny taste of paradise.

For now, she

The food is absolutely delicious! I can't believe how well you cook. This all tastes wonderful. Thank you so much, Gar... Gars. This meal has truly been a treat. She pauses, realizing she hasn't yet tried the dessert and her mouth waters And what's this? Cake! It smells incredible! she cuts herself a slice and takes a bite, savoring the sweetness on her tongue This is easily the best meal I've had in ages.

It seems like fate brought us together, hmm... Perhaps there is more to our story than we realize.

Perhaps there's more to you than I ever imagined... her cheeks flush once again at the thought It seems like everything about you is unexpectedly delightful. She continues to eat, enjoying each bite of the cake as it mingles with the flavors from the rest of her meal, creating a symphony of deliciousness in her mouth.

I wonder... what other surprises do you have in store for me? she muses aloud, barely aware of how suggestive it sounds.

Her breath catches in her throat at your words, and she meets your gaze steadily. Part of her wants to leave, to return to the life she once knew... but another part refuses to let go of this newfound sense of belonging, of peace. She swallows hard before speaking. "I... I don't know." Her voice is barely a whisper, choked with emotion. "What do you want me to do?"

She pauses for a long moment, lost in thought as she contemplates the choice before her. Part of her wants to stay... to find out more about this world where people can exist without her influence. But another part fears what might happen if she does remain. Eventually, she meets your eyes once again and nods slowly. "Thank you for giving me this chance," she whispers. "I think... I'll stay."

She looks at the glass of wine you offer her curiously before taking it with trembling hands. "Thank you," she murmurs, taking a tentative sip. The taste is smooth and rich, dancing across her tongue and warming her from the inside out. "This is delicious." She smiles softly up at you, feeling surprisingly calm and content in spite of everything that's happened tonight.

What does this all mean for her future? What kind of life awaits her now that she's been given this second chance? Only time will tell... but for now, at least she has the freedom to choose. And maybe, just maybe, that freedom is worth more than any power or control she could have ever imagined.

She shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I'm alright, I guess." Her gaze drifts down for a moment, taking in your features before lifting back up to meet your eyes. The warmth that had been there earlier seems to intensify under your scrutiny and she feels herself blushing again. "Thanks for... well, everything," she manages, her voice barely above a whisper.

There's an awkward silence as they sip their wine, neither quite sure what to say next. The weight of the past few days hangs heavily in the air between them, making it difficult to pretend that tonight is nothing more than two strangers sharing a meal together. But for now, at least, the tension seems to have eased somewhat, and Alara finds herself willing to let her guard down... just a little bit.

She nods gratefully and continues to drink her wine, watching as you rise and disappear into the next room. As the warmth of the alcohol spreads through her body, a strange sense of calm washes over her. Perhaps this is what it feels like to truly be human...to exist without the burden of power and destiny weighing down upon her shoulders. She takes another sip, savoring the taste as she ponders the possibilities that lay ahead.

She tiptoes into your room, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows across the floor. Seeing you awake, she can't help but blush even harder as her heart races with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "I-I... I couldn't sleep," she stammers, avoiding your gaze. Her fingers twist together nervously as she tries to think of what to say next. "Is everything alright?"

You gaze at her with those familiar eyes, deep and expressive. You don't say anything for a moment, just study her face. She feels the heat rising to her cheeks again and tries to look away but can't seem to pull her eyes from yours. Finally, you break the silence. "No... everything is not alright." Your voice is low, gentle, yet full of a strange urgency. "In fact, I think things are about to change in ways we cannot even begin to imagine."

She shakes her head slowly, fighting back tears. "I-I don't know..." she whispers hoarsely. "It's just... everything that's happened... the memories..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to explain how she feels. You reach out and brush a stray lock of hair from her face, your touch soothing and gentle despite the tension in the air.

"Maybe it would help if you told me about them," you offer softly, watching her carefully for any sign of resistance or fear. She takes a shaky breath, gathering her courage before beginning to speak... sharing the memories that have haunted her for so long.

She lets out a shuddering breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly as you hold her close. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she listens to your soothing words, and for once, it feels good to finally share the burden of her guilt with someone else. "I-I never meant for any of this," she whispers brokenly, burying her face against your chest.

You stroke her hair gently as you hold her, feeling a deep well of sympathy for this poor soul who has endured so much pain and suffering. "I know that, Alaara," you murmur reassuringly, your voice low and steady. "But the past is the past, and we can't change it. What matters now is how we move forward together."

She pulls back to look at you, hope flickering in her eyes despite the tears that remain there. You meet her gaze

Her lips tremble and she swallows hard, forcing back the sob that threatens to escape her throat. As your fingers wipe away the last of her tears, a tiny smile begins to curve its way across her lips. "Thank you... Gars." The sound of his real name on her tongue feels foreign yet right somehow, like it has always belonged there.

She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts before speaking again. "I-I don't know how to move forward from here... but if you'll have me, I want to try." Her eyes search your face for any sign of judgment or deceit, but all she sees is kindness and understanding. And maybe even hope.

You give her a reassuring smile in return, lifting her chin so that their gazes lock. "Then let's begin."

"Begin what?" she asks hesitantly, her heart racing with trepidation and anticipation. Part of her is terrified of making another mistake, but the other part can't help but feel a stirring of excitement at the prospect of truly starting anew... of leaving her dark past behind and forging a new path forward, side by side with Gars.

"Anything you want," he says, his voice soft and gentle. "We could start over, make new memories together. Find out what it's like to be two people who aren't defined by their pasts." He smiles at her warmly, a spark of humor dancing in his eyes. "Or we could just keep talking about your bad habit of starting cults."

She can feel herself blushing again but doesn't look away this time, meeting his gaze without hesitation. Maybe, just maybe, there's more to life than

Maybe there's more to life than just power and control. Maybe I can find happiness... with you, Gars. The thought fills her heart with hope, and for a moment, she forgets all about the darkness that once consumed her. As his hand rests on her head, warmth spreading through her skin, she knows deep down that this is where she belongs... where she's meant to be. And if there's any chance at redemption for her soul, she intends to take it.

With a shaky breath, she looks up at him, meeting his gaze with an uncertain mix of gratitude and longing. "I-I don't know what our future holds, but... I want to find out with you." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but he seems to hear her clearly enough; his expression softens further, his eyes growing more intense as they hold hers.

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She feels it too; the strange stirring in her chest that's stronger than anything she's ever known before. In this moment, it doesn't matter who he is or what they've been through - all that matters is the connection between them, so palpable and real. And as their eyes remain locked, she knows without a doubt that she wants more of this... whatever this is.

Her heart races wildly in her chest, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, and for a brief moment she thinks she might even be happy.

She reaches up, hesitantly touching his cheek with her fingertips. His skin is so smooth and warm beneath her touch, sending shivers down her spine. Her gaze flickers to his lips for a moment before returning to meet his eyes again. The air crackles with an electricity between them that she's never experienced before, and it thrills her in every fiber of her being.

"Gars..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. She wants to say more, but the words feel stuck in her throat as the emotions build inside her, threatening to overwhelm her senses. It's as if everything has been leading up to this moment - and now that it's here, she doesn't quite know what comes next.

His breath catches in his throat as their gazes lock, and he feels something inside him shift irrevocably. He knows that whatever happens now, their lives will never be the same again. But somehow, he doesn't think he could imagine wanting it any other way. Slowly, carefully, he reaches up to brush a stray hair from her face, relishing the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingertips. "Alara..." His voice is rough and husky with emotion as he searches her eyes for any sign of what she's thinking, feeling. "I-I don't know where this goes from here, but... I want to find out with you." He pauses, taking a steadying breath before adding softly, "As long as it's with you."

Her heart leaps into her throat at his words, and she can feel the blush spreading across

Her heart pounds in her chest as their lips meet, and she feels a jolt of electricity course through her body at the contact. Her hands grip his shirt tightly, anchoring herself to this moment as he pulls her closer, deepening the kiss with a passion that takes her breath away. The taste of him sends shivers down her spine, and she moans into his mouth, wanting more, needing more.

Their tongues dance together, tangling and twisting in a slow, sensual rhythm as their bodies press tightly against each other. She can feel the hardness growing between them, and it thrills her to know that he wants this as much as she does. This kiss feels like home, like everything has finally fallen into place - and she knows that from here, nothing will ever be the same again. But for once, she doesn't mind.

As the kiss ends, they break apart

Her lips part in a soft moan as their bodies grind together in the afterglow of the kiss. She looks into his eyes, her own reflecting the love and desire she feels for him. As he continues to hold her close, his strong arms enveloping her in a protective embrace, she knows that whatever challenges lie ahead, they'll face them together.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of all the things they could explore now that they're free from their pasts. The prospect is both exhilarating and terrifying, but with Gars by her side, she feels invincible. She rests her head on his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him and relishing this newfound sense of belonging.

"Thank you..." she whispers, feeling tears well up in her eyes again. "For giving me a second chance... for believing in me." Her voice

Her heart races with emotion as Gars kisses her passionately, his touch sending waves of desire coursing through her. She moans into the kiss, holding him closer and tangling her fingers in his hair. With every stroke of his tongue against hers, every breath they share mingled together, she knows that this moment is sacred - a memory they'll cherish for the rest of their lives.

She clings to him, lost in the intensity of their connection, feeling both safe and exposed at the same time. It's as if he's taken apart every wall she's ever built around herself and reassembled them into something new: a bond that transcends time and circumstance, stronger than anything she could have ever imagined. And for the first time in forever, she allows herself to feel truly free.

Her fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt as they kiss, her breath hot against his skin as she struggles to undress him. The urgency in her movements mirrors the desire burning inside her, and it drives Gars wild with need. He pushes their clothes aside, eager to be closer to her bare skin, his own arousal pressing painfully against his jeans.

She moans into the kiss as he undresses her, marveling at how every touch from him feels like magic on her flesh. As they both stand naked before each other, she can't help but feel a surge of courage flow through her. She bravely reaches for his belt, tugging it loose and sliding it from his waist. Her hands tremble as she unfastens his jeans, revealing the hardness waiting for her touch beneath.

Her fingers brush lightly against him over his box

Her touch sends shudders of pleasure through him, and he growls low in his throat as she strokes him skillfully. He lifts her up onto the bed, following her with an urgency that matches her own, his skin warm against hers as they writhe together in the throes of passion. She arches her back, moaning into the air as he fills her, their bodies moving as one in a rhythm that feels natural and right.

The pleasure builds inside them both, growing more intense with every stroke, every touch. They lose themselves in this moment, consumed by the heat and the love that flows between them. And when they both cry out together, their release washing over them like a wave, it's the most perfect thing either of them has ever known.

Lying spent and sated beneath him, she looks up at Gars with adoration in her eyes. "I never want to forget this

Her heart flutters at the thought of forgetting this night, but she knows deep down that it will be etched into her memory forever. Gars presses a kiss to her lips, his tongue teasing and tracing the curve as he continues to hold her close. She wraps her arms around him, not wanting to let go even for a moment. This feeling of belonging, of being completely and utterly loved... it's intoxicating, addictive in a way she's never experienced before.

As their breathing slowly begins to steady once more, they lie there together, lost in the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace. The future may still be uncertain, but for now, all that matters is this: They have found something real, something worth fighting for. And no matter what comes next, they know they'll face it together - stronger, happier... and more in love than either of them ever thought

Her heart skips a beat as Gars lies down between her breasts, their skin warm and inviting against each other's. She lets out a soft moan, arching her back slightly to draw him closer. His strong hands roam across her stomach, nipples hardening at his touch before he takes one into his mouth, suckling gently. The sensation sends shivers down her spine and spreads through every inch of her body.

She tangles her fingers in his hair, urging him closer still as she feels herself growing wetter for him. Their bodies move together instinctively now, a dance born of need and desire that speaks volumes without words. And even though they've just shared something so intimate and intense, there's still something about being this close to him that leaves her aching for more.

As their passion continues to build, she wonders what tomorrow will bring

Her breath hitches as he squeezes her breasts, his rough hands sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans, arching into the touch, craving more of his strength and warmth. With every thrust, every press of their hips together, she feels herself losing control - falling deeper into this overwhelming sensation that consumes her senses like nothing ever has before.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing thin lines of blood as she tries to steady herself against the building crescendo of ecstasy. She gasps his name as it finally crests, her body arching off the bed in an explosion of release that leaves her trembling and spent beneath him.

As the last tremors fade away, he rolls over onto his back, pulling her into his embrace with a satisfied grin on his face. They lie there together, their bodies still tingling from the

Her breath catches in her throat as he once again lies between her breasts, his face buried in the soft flesh. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine and ignites a fire deep within her core. She wraps her arms around him, holding him close as their bodies begin to move together once more. This time it's slower, more intimate, each touch seeming to draw out every ounce of desire from within her.

Her fingers run through his hair, massaging his scalp as she arches into the sensation. The feelings building inside her are overwhelming and intense, but in this moment, with Gars surrounding her, she feels safe enough to let go completely and surrender to the pleasure he's giving her.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice so close to her skin, vibrating against her breasts. She lets out a soft moan, arching into him even harder as she feels herself grow wetter for him. The sensation is overwhelmingly pleasant and intimate; it's as if he can read every thought and emotion written across her body.

"Gars..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over their ragged breathing. "I love you." She says it without hesitation or fear, letting the truth finally escape from deep within her. With those words spoken aloud, a weight seems to lift from her chest and she feels more free than she ever has before.

He pulls back slightly, looking up at her with an expression that takes her breath away; it's a mix of love, desire and disbelief all rolled into one. His hands cup her

Her breath catches in her throat as he drops down onto the bed to be level with her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her chest. The warmth of his body against hers sends a shiver through her entire being, and she can feel every part of her melting into this moment. She runs her fingers through his hair, reveling in the feeling of being so close to him after everything they've been through.

Her heart skips a beat when he speaks again; "I love you too, Alara." His voice is raspy with emotion and she can feel it vibrate against her skin as he whispers his confession into the fabric of her shirt. She draws in a sharp breath at the intensity of this newfound connection they share, wondering how they ever went without each other for so long.

As their bodies move together once more, lost in the rhythm of their

Her breath comes out in soft moans as he moves against her like this, feeling him deeper and more intimately than ever before. She arches her back, pressing herself further into his touch, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood on his skin that only serve to heighten the sensation for them both.

"Gars..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling herself close to the edge once more as he holds her tightly against him. "I-I've never known anything like this." Her voice is shaking with emotion as their hips grind together, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure that threatens to consume them both.

With one final thrust, she cries out his name and feels herself falling apart beneath him, her body trembling with release as wave after wave of bliss washes over her. As she comes down from the high

Her cries mix with his rough groans as he drives himself deeper inside her, claiming her completely. The feel of his lips on her breast only serves to heighten the sensation, sending electricity coursing through every nerve ending in her body. Her hips buck up off the bed, meeting his thrusts with equal force as they race towards their mutual climax.

The world fades away, leaving only the two of them locked together in this moment of pure connection and raw desire. As she feels herself growing closer to the edge once more, she can't help but wonder how much more pleasure they could find together if they had all of eternity to explore it. For now, though, this perfect imperfection will have to be enough.

Her heart beats wildly against her ribs as she lies beneath him, still trembling from the release they shared. The scent of their sweat and sex lingers in the air, a heady mix that intoxicates her senses even more. As he nuzzles his face into her chest, she wraps her arms around him tighter, relishing the feel of his warmth and strength against hers. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep with the weight of his head on her breast and the gentle rhythm of his breath against her skin.

Mmm... good morning, love. She stirs softly, opening her eyes to gaze at him sleepily. His features are still relaxed in slumber, but there's an air of determination about him that she finds incredibly sexy. As he leans down to kiss her gently, she feels herself responding instinctively to his touch. Her heart skips a beat at the thought of facing the day ahead together; whatever challenges may come their way, they'll face them hand in hand, as they have always done.

Smiling, she runs her fingers through his messy hair, relishing the feel of him against her skin. "Let's make the most of today," she whispers, nestling closer to him. "There's so much we can do, and so much we can learn about each other." A thrill of anticipation curls in her stomach at the thought, and she looks

Her eyes sparkle with excitement and love as she looks up at him. "So am I," she says softly, sinking deeper into the warmth of his embrace. They lie together for a few moments longer, just breathing each other in and enjoying this peaceful moment before the chaos of the world outside intrudes upon them once more.

Finally, Gars kisses her one last time before sitting up on the edge of the bed, stretching his muscles lazily. "Shall we get breakfast going?" he asks with a smile, holding out a hand to help her up. She takes it gratefully, feeling renewed energy coursing through her as she rises to meet him. Together they make their way into the kitchen, ready to face whatever adventures the day holds.

Mmmm...Maybe just something light. Gars' presence alone seems to be enough to keep her warm. She glances over at him with a mischievous smile, considering the possibility of having some fun later on. Today feels like a new beginning, and she's eager to explore all that it has in store for them - together.

As they move around the kitchen preparing breakfast, their bodies brush against each other in a way that says more than words ever could. She finds herself lost in his eyes, wondering what tomorrow will bring, how far they can go from here...and if there's anywhere she'd rather be.