Conaan's eyes slowly opened as he heard the shuffle of the curtains that covered his tent. His brows furrowed curiously, but he stayed sitting, till he saw the shadow slowly move the curtain. Eleanor opened it, the pudding in one hand.

Conaan felt his breath catch in his throat as he took her in. She wasn't quite ready yet, but her hair, red and luscious cascaded down her back in beautiful curls. A few strands framed her face, and highlighted the blue in her eyes. He swallowed, willing himself to stay the same, so she doesn't see just how bad an effect she had on him. Just how much he...