𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓, damp earth softly sinking as the river rushed not far from their reach. he’d spent so much time in river run evading the woman’s gaze that to be traveling together in such close quarters ––– there was no avoiding her now, was there ? besides, when had archer ever hidden away from a beautiful woman ? and if he was going to face her, it might as well be head-on ( or grayson will never let him hear the end of it ). still, he got the distinct feeling of being eaten alive whenever her eyes traveled up or down his body.
he bent down to pick up and offer her a flat stone despite this. ❛ –––––– no, no, you go right ahead. ❜ the curl of his lips was undeniably wry. ❛ not sure a river’s real good for skippin’ stones, though. ❜