“Umm… What is it?” The boy asked her.
Merlize pulled her hair back. “I wanted to say something, but I forgot.”
“Okay.” He laid his back on the bed.
“Umm… I think I should get back to Edwin.” The tribal girl stood up. “He might need some help with dinner.”
“No… Stay…” Larson held her wrist instinctively.
She didn’t say anything, sitting next to him, hips bumping into each other. Larson could hear her veins beating from her neck. As she got closer to him, breaths of caramel enticed the boy to her lips.
Chrimea’s voice rumbled inside his stomach. “Now is your chance, boy!”
“No! Pull back! Pull back!” The boy’s brain ordered, but his body refused to follow.
Merlize felt his body quiver as he approached her lips. She jerked herself away from him. “Are you sure this is okay?”