Lucas grabbed Ashlyn's hand in his. “Come on. Let's head back down.”
Meanwhile, inside the tent on the hill, Joseph was lying drowsily on the hay, fading in and out of consciousness.
It was already deep into the night.
Opening his eyes blearily, he could only feel the extreme dryness on his lips and in his throat. He felt as though his lips would crack at any moment, and he felt as though someone was sanding his throat with sandpaper.
“W-Water...” he mumbled.
Charlotte was lying beside him. When she heard his voice, she shot upright. Her black eyes were filled with worry as she looked at him. “Joseph, how are you feeling?”
Straining her ears, Charlotte finally made out what Joseph was trying to say.
Her expression changed as she hurried to her feet and poured Joseph a glass of water.
Kneeling back at Joseph's side, Charlotte placed the glass by his lips. “Here, Joseph. Drink up.”
Joseph parted his lips and downed the entire glass in just a few gulps.
Once he had drained the last drop, Charlotte withdrew her hand and placed the empty glass on the small table beside them.
“W-Water...”
So, so thirsty...
Joseph opened his eyes groggily. His vision was out of focus as he stared at the lovely face moving beside him.
His gaze fell onto Charlotte's soft lips. Can it quench my thirst? I think so...
His brain had no energy for any reasoning. He was acting purely on his survival instincts.
Out of nowhere, he reached out his arm and grabbed Charlotte's thin arms with all of his might, causing the latter to let out a small yelp.
The next thing she knew, she found herself being held tightly in his embrace.
Joseph turned around and pinned her under him.
Before she could even react, he had placed his lips on hers.
Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
Mmm...
Her heart raced and pounded in her ribcage.
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