A Backdrop for Romance
Waking up alone wasn't exactly what Bartos had in mind, but perhaps it was for the best, seeing as he vaguely even remembered what caused it in the first place.
"Ugh… what happened…"
Forcing himself up, he took a look around, only to realize that he wasn't in his own tent. In fact, he was lying down on a bed that smelled awfully like Jayra's…
Wait…
"Oh…"
It was then that the memories of how and why he ended up in Jayra's tent played itself inside his head. He distinctly remembered she leaned into him, her beautiful face hovering so close to his to the point that he was barely keeping himself together.
He also remembered a few choice words from her, one that promised him a slow and agonizing death should he ever go back on his words.
And then she kissed him.
'Did it actually happen?'