As dawn came, the 13th Legion's campsite was bathed in soft light, mirroring Eleanor's heartfelt joy. She went about her tasks with a spring in her step, her mind replaying the intimate moments she shared with Lucas the night before. His touch still tingled on her flesh, infusing her with secret pleasure.
A smile spread over the corners of her mouth as she remembered Lucas' warm hug. The recollection of his embrace and the gentle peck he planted on her—it all made her face warm up with a rosy tint. Her eyes sparkled as she relived those treasured moments in her thoughts.
She slipped deeper into her daydream, still tingling from the pleasures of the evening they spent together. The natural noises of the forests around her faded, replaced by the echo of Lucas' heartbeat and the quiet murmurs of the promises they'd made.