Stavanger Bay I'm gonna lay my favorite shirt out neat

She hummed softly with contentment.
The ocean, the birds. The lingering taste on her tongue was something new and beautiful. Pressed up against a man she would rather like to keep in her clutches. He would likely be able to take whatever desires she had. She'd rather bestow them on him than Alula.
Ah, sweet Alula.

"Very much," she replied. Her tongue snaked out to lick her lips as she now pressed her hip to him. He was warm and soft. She'd spent a long time traveling alone.
She closed her eyes.
No, she shouldn't. Right?