Chapter Eleven

“They’re all settled out there. Are you sleepy?” Edwin asked as he returned to the bedroom.

“I know not what I am,” she replied.  “All of this is new to me.  My body feels like ‘tis mine, but in a different way.”

“That must be difficult,” Edwin said as he stood next to the bed.

Kira took a moment to admire him in the candlelight.  His bare chest had a thin layer of sandy hair. Broad and muscular, it tapered into tight, narrow hips.  She’d had the opportunity to view his backside while they stood naked just minutes earlier, so she knew it was also tight and firm.  If asked what the perfect specimen of a man looked like, she would have to say it looked like him.

“Ye may come to bed if ye wish,” she said softly when she noticed him shuffling his feet as if not knowing what to do with himself.

With a timid smile, he crawled into the only bed the cabin