Thirsty for Love

A brief romp in the hay could lead to so much more. "e;Hush,"e; he said, his voice low, but lacking its earlier command. It was almost… weary. "e;Don't speak. Not yet."e;He turned his head on the straw, his golden-brown eyes finding mine. The mischief was gone, replaced by a stark, unsettling seriousness. "e;This changes things,"e; he said quietly.