“Because I like you,” Kana said. She reached out and sketched a couple of lines in the dirt, murmured a soft word, and then the logs in the fire pit blazed.
Andrev stared at her hand.
She turned to stare at him. “I like you,” she said, “and I’m like you.”
“I can’t do that,” Andrev said.
“I wouldn’t ask you to,” Kana said. Then, before Andrev knew what was what, she leaned in and kissed him squarely on the mouth.
Andrev’s eyes fluttered closed, and he reached for her, but she pulled back.
“Rastaban’s calling you. I’ll finish cooking.”
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