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Maybe it’s the seclusion of the forest, but I haven’t felt this good in a long time. We have nothing, and yet, it somehow feels as though we have everything.
Along the way, we pick mushrooms and berries and nuts that Kellyn says are edible. Though they’re not very tasty, they fill our bellies enough. That night, Kellyn assures us no one else will be on the trail, so he and Petrik take turns rubbing a stick between their fingers down onto a bigger stick to make a fire from scratch. We’ve no blankets or anything else, so we clear the ground of rocks and other hard objects before Temra and I lie side by side on our backs for warmth.
“Don’t get any ideas, scholar,” Kellyn says to him.
Temra pats the ground on her other side. “You can sleep next to me.”
Petrik visibly swallows before listening.
“No, come closer,” she says. “How do you intend to keep me warm that way?”
Petrik scoots until he’s pressed up right against her.
Kellyn stands alone by the fire, but I meet his eyes, glance down at the spot beside me, then back at him.
I wasn’t trying to issue an invitation. I was honestly just taking note of where that left Kellyn to sleep. But he sits beside me on the ground before stretching out with one arm behind his head, the other at his side, accidentally brushing my fingers.
I flinch at the contact before forcing myself to relax. It’s not like he purposely grabbed my hand.
Except then he does.
He plays with my fingers, warming them, massaging them. He alternates between sliding his fingers between mine to secure me in a grip and then loosening them to feel my skin.
I can’t look at him. I stare straight up into the treetops and starlit sky.
I could stop him if I wanted. It would be so easy. Just move my arm or roll over and put my back to him.
But it’s also so easy to just be still. To let myself feel the delicious heat from where our bodies touch without my anxieties getting out of control. Because I don’t have to say anything. I’m not being put on display. This is so simple.
Why can’t it always be this simple?
After maybe a couple minutes of my heart racing, I find myself starting to relax.
And become brave.
I shrug my hand out of his grip, and he lets me go immediately. I think he’s about to roll over to give me my space.
I feel my insecurities wanting to take over.He didn’t actually want to touch you. He’s done with you now. He wants to be left alone.
But there’s another voice in my head.He likes you. He onlywants to be respectful of your wishes. You just have to let him know what they are.
So I take his arm in a firm grip to still him, then let my fingers trail over the skin between his wrist and elbow. The top is rough with hair, but the bottom is so smooth yet hardened with muscle.
A little noise escapes Kellyn. One of surprise?
Or maybe I stepped too far?
No, not that. Because he’s suddenly even closer than he was before, so much so that I can’t fit my arm between us anymore. He picks up my arm and pulls it across his chest so he can continue to play with my fingers, this time with his other hand.
I let out a long breath as quietly as I can. I’m not going to forget how to breathe just because he’s touching me.
Over time, his caresses slow, and his breathing lengthens. He puts his mouth up to my ear. “Try to sleep. We’ve still a long way to go.”
Then his hand stills, holding mine clasped in his.
Is he serious?
I can’t sleep with him next to me. Touching me.
