It happened again.Waking with touch still lingering on my skin. All my skin. And I do mean all.
huh
Now I am used to dreams that leave their marks on me. But there was no dream. Just the marks. I have a sneaking suspicion that this had nothing to do with dreams. That thought was not dissuaded by the symbol on my palm.
So Yaz was returned to my wagon steps .. taken by Pacu when they moved their wagons away from the First Fires. That should stop any late night visits while I am still sleeping like the dead.
Not that the touch was not good. But I think what I may do with that touch could be very .. very .... bad.
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