They finally called a halt to the march around midday, giving the weary night watch a chance to rest. A new guard was chosen, and the camp was quickly set up. Some sought refuge from the heat under the shade of the trees, their tents resembling leather mushrooms amidst the underbrush.
Sergen wasted no time and settled onto their bedroll, soon succumbing to a deep, exhausted slumber. Min sat for a while, observing him as he slept, reminiscing about their earlier conversation and the intense, passionate kiss they shared. She found herself relishing that kiss more than she anticipated, and she gently brushed her fingers across her lips, as if trying to hold onto the sensation of him pinning her down and taking what he desired from her mouth.
