They had to pull apart to gasp for air, and then Kana sank against him, shivering and giggling. She leaned in, brushing her lips along the line of his throat, the shell of his ear.
“Where did you learn to kiss like that?” she asked.
“I - don’t know,” Andrev stammered.
Kana ran a hand up the curve of his spine. “Well, kiss me again.”
He did.
When Andrev opened his eyes, he was tucked into his bed of furs and Rastaban was standing over him holding a torch and roasted rabbit.
“Your turn on watch,” he said.
Andrev nodded, dazed.
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