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tive and
wet from the waters?"
I couldn't do more than stare, still.
He walked closer to me, and knelt so that his head was level with
mine. "'Tis said that to catch a nymph is luck, but to lie with one
means death. Your beauty does bewitch a man's loins, though."
WHAT is he saying? I thought to myself. I couldn't believe he
had just called me beautiful. His eyes were still fastened on mine
and my breath felt short. There seemed to be some sort of message in
his eyes and my body was answering, oh god, was it answering.
The stranger stood and unfastened the leather thong holding his
scabbard onto his back and then 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
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