Loving on the Moonlight
All senses jumped to alert, and she wondered what it could be? Was it a hapless animal just making noise? Was it a pervert spying on an unsuspecting woman? Or was it something more dangerous that belonged to the night? She grabbed up a log, the longest one she could find and held it at the ready for chucking. “Who’s there?” she demanded evenly and tried to ignore the fact of how undressed she actually was at this point, oh how humiliating; if this was Fiorye back and spying, she’d...