Can you blame me?

It had been two hours.

Two hours since I kissed Maeve.

Two hours since Maeve kissed me back.

Two hours since that kiss had spiraled into something else entirely since the fire had burned a little too hot, since hands had wandered, since breathless laughter had turned into whispered names, into heat, into things I definitely hadn't expected when I first woke up this morning.

And now?

Now, I was lying flat on my back, blinking at the cave ceiling, my limbs entangled with a very naked Maeve, who was currently serving as a blanket.

I could feel her breathing against me, slow and steady, as if she had zero worries in the world, her arm draped lazily across my stomach, her head resting near my shoulder. Completely and utterly at ease.

Meanwhile, my brain was screaming.

Because—

Oh gods.

OH GODS.

I did not just—

We did not just—

I squeezed my eyes shut, inhaling deeply.