Esca was soaked from the spring rains, standing sodden in the doorway. Marcus, who’d come inside to prepare their meal before the rain started, looked up at Esca, breath catching. He laid their dishes down with a thump on the table and made his way over to Esca, intent in his eyes. Their kiss was warm despite Esca’s shivers and it wasn’t long before Marcus was peeling every bit of drenched cloth from Esca’s body.
By the time they were ready to eat their stew, it had to be reheated, but on the bright side, Esca’s clothes were dry again.