[Bonus chapter] The Kissing Tent (3)

The scent of sandalwood was so strong that she couldn't understand who he was. Her heart was hammering against her chest threatening to leap out of her throat. This was it. This would be her kiss in this tent. She prayed to God silently. 

Whoever held her strongly against him, pulled her somewhere. Her fingers trailed to his chest and she realized that it was heaving. Her fingers trailed further up to find his face. And the moment she did that his body froze under her soft touch. She became nervous. Her fingers went to the soft fabric of his tunic until she reached his neck. She halted in her movements, afraid and feeling thrilled at the same time. 

His hands remained at her lower back and then slipped to her hips. He squeezed them and then lowered his face to her side. His warm breath fell over her skin and her lips parted. Her fingers trailed further up and she found herself caressing the jawline.