Kissing was a little strange, as it could steal someone's breath away. And yet, you'd also want more as if it wasn't enough, no matter how long or deep it was. It would never be enough, setting one's body ablaze.
I glanced at Hugo across from me. After saying he wanted more and slowly leaning for seconds, Tito knocked from outside the door, telling us we should set off. Hugo was obviously displeased, but he got up from the bed and told me to prepare before leaving.
Now, we're back inside the carriage we'd been using for the past weeks. Like usual, Hugo sat across from me with his hood covering the upper half of his face, arms crossed. At this point, I wasn't curious anymore if he was asleep or dead. We've been in this situation for weeks.
