Would you like me to come with?
Henri's words played over her head repeatedly like a broken record. A part of her wanted to say yes. Henri was her husband, after all. Another part of her defiantly said no, as he was the real Amithiel's husband. Funny, she thought.
However, she revelled at the playful thought of having someone go skinny-dipping with her in a stream under the moonlight. No man has seen her naked yet. In all of her years of existence, she realized she hasn't seen a naked man yet as well. She tried hard not to imagine Henri without his armor. Was he muscular? Does he have abs? What was between his thig-- Oh, stop it, Amy. You perv.
An audible sigh escaped her lips.
Amy then walked slowly through the copse of trees that hid their camp as the stream was just a stone's th
