Sometime after the third time, I went back for that basket of food that was left in the tent and found all too much pleasure in feeding her that fruit, even letting the juices run across her skin, only for me to find a new reason to move my mouth across her body. After that little game, we found the bath chamber and lost ourselves once more. Sleep had stolen her away from me once again. I leaned over her, tracing her face with my fingertips, thanking the Creator Himself for giving me this gift. I knew I would fight heaven and hell to keep her safe, and that desire all but sealed the reasons I needed to leave for The Fall. I hoped against all hope that she would sleep until I returned, that our night would leave her with blissful dreams and when she awoke I would have returned. All the worries of The Fall would have been quelled. A gentle rap at the door pulled me from the vision of her exquisiteness. I found my pants before the fireplace and pulled them on.
