But when they had ended up in tight quarters several times, she had inadvertently brushed against him, stirring his body and his fantasies. Even now, as he walked behind her and watched the gentle sway of her hips, he wanted her greatly. His fantasies took flight as he imagined Sunny naked, her long legs wrapped around his waist. He wanted to know how her bare flesh would feel against his palms, how she would feel surrounding him as he buried himself deep inside her. Shaking off the images, Rayad remembered his vow to move slowly. He must accept that quite possibly nothing would come of his desire for her. “Which way should I go?” she asked when they met a crossroads. “To your right.” Once they emerged from the passageway, she turned to him and smiled. “We’re back where we started.” “Yes, we are.” She snapped off the flashlight.
