Chapter 4
“Thank you,” said Fionn, taking the soap from his hand. The brief contact seemed almost to burn. “If you want to have a bath after I’m done, I’d be happy to help haul more water.”
Realizing he was still staring, Johnathan stammered, “Ah, that’s fine, I bathe on holy day. Uhm. I’ll be out there if you need anything,” and retreated back to the other side of the curtain.
Looking after him, Fionn grinned. Perhaps he would stay a few days longer and see what came of the handsome young farmer’s looks and blushes.
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