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…

of focus as he stared at the

soft lips. Can it quench my thirst? I

brain had no energy for any reasoning. He was acting

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

knew, she found herself being held tightly in

and pinned

could even react, he had placed his

widened in shock and

Mmm…

heart raced and pounded in

of the soft touch of his lips and the warmth

face as she tried to push Joseph away from her with her

an immovable mountain. She

the burning heat in Joseph’s body. He sighed a breath of

as thirsty as he was

her lips as though he was sucking a sweet

returned to his dreams once again. His

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,

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