Gavrael pulled away and then turned her towards him before lifting her into his arms. She curled up contentedly like a kitten that had had her fill with milk and was about to fall into slumber.
The next thing she knew, they were out of the water. Still feeling a little drunk, Evie kept her eyes closed and relaxed in his warm embrace.
He sat down, with her cradled in his arms, hugging her tight as he rested his head on the crown of her head. He did not say a word as his breathing was still uneven. "I'm sorry," came his ragged whisper and Evie pulled away and looked up at his face, finding it so precious to her sight. "I was too… I…"
Evie kissed his lips lightly. "I told you, I don't hate it Gav." She whispered, still feeling the remnants of delights zinging about in her body. "I love every side of you, yes, even the wild and rough side of you."
