Sep 17, 2015
“I need you tonight.” Isra
Those were not words Zarrinth expected to hear but ones which certainly made her sit up straight, her heart pounding against her chest. “You... you do?” Her voice sounded ridiculous in her own ears; hopeful and desperate and eager. Like a puppy. Like all of those men who had fallen for her own charms.
“Hmhm, I want you,” Isra continued, dipping low as if to capture Zarrinth’s lips in a kiss. “To help me set up the tent.”
Zarrinth physically deflated, a soft huff on her lips as she glared at the other woman. “You are a cruel mistress, Isra. Exciting me so only to let me down.”
“I did not say the tent was for sleeping...”