Skender watched Roxana laying down the furthest away from him as possible. She was almost sleeping outside the rug and her heart skipped a beat as he went to lay down beside her. The rug was small and she wished it was larger because the distance between them wasn't enough for her to calm down. Her heart was beating loudly and he could feel the heat from her body. She was bothered and so was he. So why was he willingly putting himself through this torture?
Roxana lay stiffly on her back, afraid to face him and unsure if she could turn her back to him. He, on the other hand, lay on his side and watched her in the dim light that shone through the tent from the fire that burned outside. He had taken a bath in the river just to cool himself before this torture but it was of no use. Especially not when she kept remembering his body and then trying to shut those memories down.
