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“Rominy.”

“You have no idea how much I wanted to kiss you in the real world.” His breath is warm on her neck, sending shivers down her arm as heat pools in her belly and fire races through her veins.

“With my whole family watching?”

Rominy shrugs. “I’ve had some interesting conversations with your father and Tharios. I get the feeling a kiss would have made them laugh.”

Elowyn’s eyes grow wide. Tharios and Pera? Whistling wind.

“I’m not certain I wish to know,” she murmurs.

“I think they like me.” Rominy’s hand slides along her leg, and she closes her eyes.

“Are you trying to set me on fire, my love?”

“That is definitely my goal.”

“Literally?”

Because her fire magic is already challenging her control.

“What do you need? Rain? Our waterfall? Our pebbled beach?” His words come between kisses along her ear and neck, and she moans.

“You. I just want you.”

“How’s this, love?”

The boat transforms around them to their treehouse, where they lie on a bed of moss on the slanted floor as a steady, gentle rain falls.

And a basin of water sits nearby.

Before she can respond, he kisses her again, and she melts into him, into his kisses and his touch.

“Why the basin?” she murmurs against his lips.

“I’m hoping you’ll use your water magic on me again. I think I’m addicted to it.”

His words draw out her smile, and she pulls him into a kiss once more.

Later,ElowynliesonRominy’s chest, looking down at him as the rain tapers off.

“Aren’t you glad we built this treehouse now?” she asks. His hands are cool on her back, a pleasing contrast to the lingering heat filling her.

“I was glad before. It was worth it to see you smile, love.” He steals a soft kiss. “But I admit, it came in useful tonight for other reasons.”

“What should we do next?”

“Next?” he laughs as he looks away. “Are you not tired?”

“Maybe a little.”

“You still need to take it easy, love. You don’t want to have a setback.”

With a huff, she blows the hair away from her forehead.

“And I’m definitely tired now,” he says as he pokes her ribs.

A smile threatens her face, and she buries her head against him. “Forgive me.”