Aveloria hit his chest with the flat side of her hand. A playful strike. "You are insane." She gasped.
"Probably." He chuckled.
"We should go to my chambers. It is only a few minutes' walk from here. Or maybe your chambers. We could chat all the way." She suggested.
Galen rolled his eyes. "That would ruin the fun." He grunted.
Aveloria tried to step away from the tree. His hands stayed where they were. She did not push harder.
"We should not do this," she said.
"Why not?"
"What if someone walks in on us?"
"That will never happen." He replied.
"How can you be so sure?" Aveloria asked, her gaze shifting.
Galen leaned closer. His mouth was almost against her ear. He answered, "I am certain no one will show up because I own this land. Every tree. Every rock. Every inch of dirt from here to the stream. No one comes here without my permission. And I have not given anyone permission to be here tonight."
