TITLE: THE BLUE SKY AND THE YELLOW SUN
GENRE: Fantasy Romance
Captured while on a mission to infiltrate enemy headquarters, Tristan and Aspen are breaking out, along with a young slave girl who helped them plan the escape.
At long last, a knife glinted in the moonlight as it slid along the back of her tent. She crept out, heart leaping as she took Tristan's hand that was offered to help her up. He drew her up to her full height, much smaller than his.
He's so handsome. The way he stares at me is so amorous. Look away, Tristan. I'm blushing.
Aspen keenly felt her hand still in his. He held it so gently. She wished she could tell him she loved him; that he was the most perfect man of her acquaintance; that his face called her home to him. Gazing into his intoxicating blue eyes took her breath away.
They could not speak for fear of discovery, so Tristan could only do one thing when he saw his beloved. A smile played about his lips as he looked straight at her. He leaned down slightly until his lips touched hers. Aspen's heart fluttered as she returned the gesture, their faces locked for a moment in immortal love, his arms around her in a sweet embrace. Her hand had found its way to his chest, which pounded, strong and safe.
Oh, I never want this moment to end.
Reluctantly, they pulled away from each other to find little Ava gawking with eyes as big as planets. Aspen tried not to laugh at the look of astonishment on the girl's face. Aspen was feeling a little astonished herself. But at the same time, not really.