IN HER SKIN: Different Stories. Endless Lust
Her eyes, usually so direct and full of mischief, darted around the room, then finally settled on him.
“Remember that time at camp?” Adeswua’s voice, a soft tremor beneath its usual warmth, broke the silence. “When Pastor Dave caught us trying to sneak out for s’mores?”
Cael chuckled, the sound a little strained. He leaned against the doorframe, still dressed, his gaze fixed on her. “He thought we were going to steal communion wafers.”
“And you insisted it was a ‘sacred quest for marshmallow enlightenment.’” She laughed, a light, airy sound that eased some of the tension. “We were so ridiculous.”