He watched her leave. He wanted to stop her again and kiss her more. He could not believe the happiness he was feeling and yet there was a small inking that bothered him. He tried not to think about it. It was feeling that he was warned about as a child. He simply poured himself some tea and drank it to calm himself. There was a smile on his face as he looked around the yurt enjoying the mental flashbacks of the night before.
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