Camping

Once the fire was going, Sir Lennis removed his armor. This was the first time Lauren saw him without it. Lauren couldn't help but feel a growing attraction to the knight. His strong arms, his firm chest—it was all she could do not to lean into him for warmth. She knew it was ridiculous, that she should be focusing on survival and finding her way home, but there was something about his confidence, his bravery, his muscular body, that drew her to him.

They set up camp for the night, and Lauren was grateful for the fire's warmth. Her skimpy outfit provided no protection from the cool night air. She sat as close to the flames as she dared, her eyes never leaving the knight as he tended to their horses. She watched the way his muscles flexed, the way the firelight danced across his skin. It was like watching a living, breathing sculpture.When he finally turned to her, she looked away, her cheeks flaming.

"You should rest," he said gruffly. "We have a long journey ahead of us."

Lauren nodded, lying down on the makeshift bedroll. The knight lay down beside her, his armor clanking softly as he shifted. She felt his heat, and it was all she could do not to reach out and touch him.

As she lay there, she could feel her body responding to his nearness, her breasts growing tight and sensitive. She bit her lip, trying to ignore the ache between her legs. But it was impossible. She had never felt this way before, and she didn't know what to do with it.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped, her heart racing. It was Sir Lennis, his face a mask of concern.

"Are you well?" he asked, his voice low.

Lauren nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I'm just cold."

The knight studied her for a moment. Then, without a word, he removed his cloak and draped it over her, the fabric pooling around her like a warm blanket.

"Sleep," he said, his voice gentle. "I'll keep watch."