Hana exhaled, her eyes still hazy and her body trembling from her release.
She rested her head on his shoulder. Twenty thousand points. That's Good. With all the effort she put into it, she definitely deserved that bonus.
Then, after catching her breath, she started to pull away, her mind already shifting to the water filtration system and the logistics of the next day.
She began to slide off him, intending to get dressed and head back to the den.
"Wait," Kulu whispered.
His voice was different. It wasn't the voice of the soldier or the poet. It was raw.
Hana looked at him. He hadn't moved. He was still sitting against the rock, but he had reached out, his fingers interlacing with hers to stop her from leaving.
Then, slowly, he slid off the stone and onto his knees before her.
He looked like a kicked-out puppy. His head was bowed, but his amber eyes were looking up at her through his lashes, filled with a desperate plea.
