Late morning, the camp outside was alive with birds and critters scratching for food. The tent still smelled of sweat and sex, pitched by the river where they'd planned to wash off once daylight came. Inside, Cassian and Brigid lay tangled, knocked out from spending too much of their energy last night.
Brigid's eyes blinked open first. She was naked, cheek pressed to Cassian's chest, her leg thrown over him like she'd passed out mid-climb. She had no idea when they actually stopped. The last thing she remembered was begging him to pound her harder, too wrecked by pleasure to track the time as he kept going until she blacked out.
