It was so easy; to kiss Phaedra felt like coming home. He drew her closer, leaning sideways as they kissed until they were stretched out in the back of the wagon. The stars above them, the faint sound of grasses rustling in the wind, hands and lips on his skin. How often had he felt that?
Not enough.
Time became irrelevant, Earl and the cigarettes forgotten as Peter lost himself in her arms. For a while, at least.