If he smells like citrus, I bet he tastes like the succulent wine… or maybe he tastes sweeter.
No! Stop it. We are concentrating.
The waves lapped onto the shore, misting my face with salty air. I licked at my dried lips. If Ales was from another world, they might not even kiss or touch like other humans. Ales’ people might think kissing was a waste of time, if they were anything like the brooding warrior next to me. How sad. I bet he’d be a great kisser if he tried. He had certainly kissed me in my dreams.
I jerked my eyes open. “I don’t think this is working.”
“Do you want me to help?”
“Yes. I thought you were supposed to be doing that already!”
“Then let me show you. Let me in your mind. I want to see all of you.”