“I’m sorry,” he said with those ethereal eyes, his lips curling at the corners, amused at my agitation.

I didn’t like it when a man was right about my feelings.

“I would do anything for you, love – even lay down in this stream so you may crawl across without getting wet.”

It was my turn to smile. I bent down and lay atop him. I didn’t care if I got wet.

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