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Daria’s butt. Her soft, squeezable butt, lined up with the rest of her body, and all it would take was a shift of their clothes until he could slide his cock in. The idea had him biting back a groan before reality pierced through and told him many, many things: She was his friend. He was delusional. He was just so tired and lacking sex these past few weeks, and it wasn’t right to look at her this way.
It’s just a dream, man.
The urge to press his body closer dissipated, but the longing remained for something else. He breathed through it, rolled away from her, and lay staring at the tent’s ceiling, erasing everything from his crazed brain. His hands fisted at his sides, refusing to touch the raging dick that tented his trousers. The temptation was insane, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t had other temptations in life and didn’t know how to handle them.
Sure, Daria was soft. She was a woman, wasn’t she? But she was off-limits and had been for the longest time. She probably hadn’t even been touched yet, maybe even kissed, and those lips deserved something better than his ravaging every inch—
Stop freaking thinking about her.
He snapped out of it, just like that. Resolve had him tucking everything in until the dream stopped spilling out, and he could think more rationally. The timing was just perfect, too, as she stretched, yawned, and woke up, every stage filled with a softness that made him not want to stop looking. As if sensing it, she stilled and turned to him.
“Good morning?” she asked, almost shy.
“Yes,” he confirmed. “We didn’t want to wake you and Sona.”
“Oh, I see.” Her mouth formed a bigger O. “Oh.”
Her expression turned alarmed. That was when Charlie noticed two things at once. Something glowing fell between them, hissing against his belly before dropping to the ground.
And water was seeping inside the tent.
Chapter 8
Daria was prepared to grab the key, her backpack, and whatever had been astray inside their tent, but she wasn’t prepared for how fast the water would rise. It had them floating close to the top before she could reach everything. Charlie’s claws came out and slashed, effectively rupturing the tent before they could drown.
Around them, the roar of water became center stage, and the lack of brightness told her the sun hadn’t risen yet. She identified voices, heard panic, and felt fear that the creatures would come back for them in no time. Then she felt something else: the key was no longer hot and no longer glowing.
Panic blazed. She kicked and turned until she could face the man holding her.
“Let me go.”
“What?”
“I have to go down. The key lost its glow.”
“But Daria—”
“Please. I have to find it. Youhaveto get them linked again.”
She couldn’t see his expression, but she knew how vastly what had happened earlier had affected him—knew that she mattered and had a special place in his life.
“I’m not losing you again,” he said.
That vocalized it, and she couldn’t help the fluttering in her heart. But there was no time for it now, so she set it aside and shook her head.
“You are not losing me.”
The promise was soft, but she let him read her determination and know there was no stopping her. The hands around her loosened…then, let go, and his voice was the last she heard.
“I will gather them.”
That was all Daria needed before she willingly sank into the water. The current below was stronger than above, speeding her through multiple swirls and glides until she was sure that even the water creatures couldn’t catch up. It gave her leeway to concentrate on two other things: coming up for air when it ran out and staying attuned to the key, which was still so stubbornly cold that it frustrated her.
The roaring ahead was even crazier, and swimming closer startled her when she deduced another waterfall's start. Not ready to find out how deep it went, she pushed down with all her might and managed to hold on to a rock formation to pull herself even further below. She broke through the current, floated in a peaceful, dark space…felt the heat begin once more, charging her with so much energy that there was no stopping her.
Daria let herself keep sinking until the key burned and a bright light was visible to her right. Then she went back up, desperate to figure out how to reach the others and fight the current from taking her elsewhere. There had to be a branch up there or another rock. There had to besomething.
Trust, Daria.
