Chapter Fifty Eight

Cyn.

It was going to be a really long night. I had tossed and turned a million times and it was still nine.

I couldn’t sleep. It was comfortable in the tent; the night air of the desert was cool. I could hear thick drops of rain hitting the canvas roof, beating on it mercilessly. I knew that sudden downpours, along with flash flooding, were common in this region.

But it wasn’t fear that kept me awake.

No. I was so hot inside. Burning. Emotions were at war with desire, a desire that was growing quickly into a need as powerful as my need for food. Water. Breath.

I didn’t know what it was I felt for Paul. I wasn’t certain I wanted to know. It was nothing I had planned. I had wanted to get to know myself better. To find out if I liked blue because I liked it, or because my father had told me it flattered my colouring. I had found a lot more than that, and with it smit had started a battle inside myself.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, padding out into the living area