Feigning
He rested his chin on her head and locked her tightly in his embrace. "Look at how you are resting against my chest."
She tried to sit straight immediately but his vise-like grip around her prevented her to do so.
"Stop feigning Anastasia," he whispered in her ear and then rested his chin back on her head.
Her skin became heated like a thousand suns. This man was so brazen. "You are shameless!" she muttered.
"That I am."
They moved to plains of Sgiath Biò. It was dotted with a lot of pine, spruce and aspen trees. The group took a winding path circling a hill that sat on the verge of a valley, forcing them all to fall in a single line. Cool gusts of wind blew against them but because it was sunny, it was bearable.