Two Eyes Cenote Burrowing

He would have responded to that initial question—an attempt to be comical in the lackluster ways of his romantic endeavors and failures if only to see that flit of a smile once more. But he did not—could not—when her lips sought him—draining his thoughts and rendering him speechless.

What he did manage was a rumbling growl—deepening the kiss—another stolen moment, for it was only these that she offered, he was learning—and finding himself rather smitten with the taste of her—the smell of her—having her in his arms.

Ah, it was fun to dream. Was that not what the allure of Akashingo and it’s sister palace offered?

When she pulled away, he felt himself grow dumb for a moment—eyes peering down at her as she spoke. Soon, then, a light frown pulled at his features—the way he wished to show her what the world and a life could be, if she only pulled herself from these chains. “Then the men you know aren’t worth your thoughts or your heart.”