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moved quietly around the perimeter and then finally inside the home, but he found no one. We decided to rest there for a couple of days before he headed out again.
    The building had not been lived in for some time. Dust and leaves coated everything inside. As we explored the interior, Brennan told me he’d found two graves covered with grass while exploring the perimeter. He said the damage to the house looked like the results of cannon fire, likely from the war. Someone had cared enough to bury the owners, therefore we were close to finding help.
    It didn’t take long to clean much of the greenery out of the house and start a fire in the fireplace. Brennan took his makeshift spear and went off to hunt. I asked why he didn’t just shoot dinner, to which he replied that he didn’t want to draw any attention to us, and then went to go play like a child. He wasn’t gone an hour before he came back with a beaming smile, like a schoolboy, rabbit in hand. I took it with a scowl and began preparing it for dinner.
    “There’s a trunk of tattered clothing by the bed,” I said. “It will likely be small for you, but it is better than nothing.” I looked at his shirtless body when he was unaware, which helped pass the time, but he must have been cold on the journey. He rummaged through the clothes and pulled out a shirt that had obviously been used while working in the fields, but was loose and actually fit him nicely.
    “Nice dress,” he said with a smile, still exhilarated from his hunt. The dirty blue-and-white dress had been made for someone many sizes larger than me, and ripping the sleeves and hem off made it a great deal more comfortable. Depending on my stance, it was quite revealing, and he had obviously noticed. The constant flirting he did continued to make me blush, but it also kept me from feeling alone. My dreams, however, were still filled with betrayal.
    “Thank you.” I shifted enough so he could get a better view of me. “Did you see any crops out there?”
    “No. But there was a crabapple tree that had some salvageable fruit.” He stood and headed out the door, coming back a few minutes later with an armful of crabapples. They went in the pot before I hung it on the fireplace hook and let it all cook. Brennan just stared at me before turning away, obviously ashamed.
    “Is there a problem?” I asked.
    “Are you ever going to talk about him?”
    “Talk about whom?” I asked, knowing full well who he was talking about.
    “Captain Summers.” He still couldn’t look at me.
    My heart sped up and words failed me. Tears took over before they could be held back. No one had spoken his name in general conversation since I left, and now that I heard it in an casual tone, I knew for the first time that he was never coming back. Hyperventilation took my breath away, and a month’s worth of pent-up tears began to fall.
    Brennan came to me, wrapped me up in his arms, and squeezed me tight. The closeness of his body distracted my sorrow and I turned to him, pressed my lips to his, and slid my tongue deep into his mouth. He pulled back in shock, but I grasped the front of his pants and pulled him back against me, kissing him hard again. His breaths sped up and he conceded the fight, pulling me closer. My hand slid down the front of his pants and slowly rubbed him, feeling him grow at my touch.
    He pulled back and looked at me with savage eyes, his animalistic nature finally coming out to play, before spinning me around and bending my body over the table. He slowly lifted my dress and ran his hands over my buttocks and up my back.
    A shiver ran up my body at the anticipation of him pushing himself inside me. Instead, he lowered himself and his moist lips pressed against me, slowly licking the wetness that had come, his scruffy face rubbing against my thighs. The feeling was more powerful than anything done to me before. My legs quivered at the excitement and he moved faster with his tongue. My moans could no