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slowly lowered it to the ground. My
eyes watched his every move, my cheeks growing warm with where my
thoughts wandered. Slowly, and with great care for his possessions,
he divested himself of his weaponry. Well, almost all his weaponry. I
smiled at my thought.
Glancing up, his hands about to unfasten the hard leather that
covered his broad chest, he caught my eyes and smiled as I blushed.
"A shy member of the folke," he chuckled. "Well, I think I'll
just have me a wee bit of a swim here with you, if that be fine?"
I nodded, still unable to speak. I had barely heard what he had
called me, and slowly it dawned... he thought I was one of the faerie
folke! He thought I was a nymph, a water nymph most likely.
My train of thought derailed as he pulled his soft leather jersey
over his head, revealing broad shoulders, also sun-bronzed and strong.
He hooked a hand over the waistband of his trousers and quickly drew
them down over his narrow hips. My breath caught in my throat as he
stood before me, naked and strong, his intentions clear.
His eyes followed my gaze to that part of him which stood out
stiff and long from his loins, then he caught my eyes in his again.
"A hungry nymph, are ye? Well, I think a
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