For some reason it seems right that they should be like this--tucked behind the waterfall where the two of them can have their own little clandestine world. There are not any hotel rooms in Taxon, as far as Leila knows--no point--but it has a similar feeling, with a very different significance to what she's used to at home.

It starts soft, but it doesn't stay that way, especially when she preoccupies herself with the hollow of his throat.

(This is such a bad idea.)