Chapter 21

Lilly

Smoke from last night's fire billowed in the air, the scent of burned wood lighted my senses .

Giving off that familiarity.

The sun was grasping rungs of clouds as it climbed above the horizon, casting its heat onto morning, drying the dew from leaves which collected during the early hours from the cool moist air.

The sound of waves nearby, the water of the lake lapping at the shore carefully.

I poked my head back in the tent, lying back down under the blankets as tingles burst through the skin from my left hand.

Zain's eyes, blue as the sky met my own which were like the grass he looked down on.

"Good morning," he greeted, his voice raspy and I could not help but feel pulled to him, my skin wanting to be on his as I turned on my side to face him.

The sun cast light through the gray material of the tent, skating against the shadows.

Lying on my side, my head rest inches away from his own.