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…

His vision was out of focus as he stared

gaze fell onto Charlotte’s soft lips. Can

reasoning. He was acting

nowhere, he reached out his arm and grabbed Charlotte’s thin arms with all of his might, causing the latter to let out a

found herself being held tightly

around and pinned

he had

in

Mmm…

raced and pounded

she became very aware of the soft touch of his lips and the

to her face as she tried to push Joseph away from

was like an immovable mountain. She could only squirm in his

in Joseph’s

no longer feel as thirsty

on her lips as though he was sucking a

dreams once again. His body fell next to Charlotte’s

sat up straight and covered her red, swollen lips. She was blushing so much that she could easily be mistaken

was about to cover Joseph with a blanket, she accidentally brushed his arm.

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