It’s TIme

They were given only a night, but they made the most of it. They loved on the couch, the floor, and even managed the tiny shower. Aquina had laughed as she discovered a few new bruises from the shower experience.

Without warning, they were whisked away from their love nest and delivered onto the terrace in Egypt, just outside the kitchen. Since they had been eating breakfast, they were still in the robes that they had found after ripping most of their clothes to shreds the night before. Beecher had managed to hold onto the plate he had been devouring and now sat, still chewing. He looked around, but his plate of pancakes hadn’t made the excursion.

“Thank the goddess we weren’t delivered here thirty minutes ago,” Beecher whispered quietly, raising his eyebrows up and down devilishly at Aquina.

Aquina blushed and realized she had been upside down and naked then. That would have been quite an entrance.

The look on Katalea’s grandfather's face had been priceless when the two