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chance. She held her pale hand out to him and his reddish brown hand clasped hers warmly. She instantly felt a charge of electricity shoot up her arm. “I’m Red. Well, Rebecca actually but everyone calls me Red.”
    “You are beautiful, Red. I’ve never seen skin as fair as yours or hair so fiery and curly. What are these spots?” Elan asked, pointing to her face near her nose.
    “Oh, my freckles? Yes, I hate them.” Red said sadly about the tiny dots that dusted her cheeks and nose.
    “Freckles.” He tested the new word on his tongue. “No, they are lovely.” Elan said sincerely.
    Red flushed prettily, her cheeks turning a bright pink.
    “So why are you visiting your grandmother this day?” Elan asked curiously.
    “She is sick. So I’m bringing her food and medicine.” Red told him, feeling more at ease with each passing moment in his company. He had a calming presence.
    “I am so sorry to hear that.” Elan apologized.
    “It’s okay. Thank you for your concern.” Red sighed heavily. “Well, I must be going. It was lovely talking with you, Elan.” Red continued down the dirt trail.
    “Why must we part ways? I’d like to continue talking with you. It’s so very rare that I get to use my English.” Elan told her.
    “I don’t think it’s a very good idea.” Red looked at him and the attraction she felt coursed through her body. Mother would not be pleased.
    “But I do. Besides, I haven’t had a chance to kiss you yet.” Elan said boldly, looking directly in her deep blue eyes.
    Red’s breath hitched in her throat. “I-I’m afraid that wouldn’t be p-proper,” she whispered.
    “Don’t be afraid. Come.” Elan reached for Red’s hand and guided her deep within the woods.
    Red knew she should pull away and run back to the main road, but it was as if she was under a spell and she followed willingly. Elan led her to a large tree and spun her around till her back rested against the rough bark. He stepped closer to her and his mouth hovered only a half an inch from hers. Red closed her eyes and lifted her mouth to him, excitement running through her veins at the thought of her first kiss. Many boys and men had looked at her with lust in their eyes but under her mother’s watchful eye, she was never able to get close to anyone.
    Elan placed a long finger against her pink pouty lips. “I didn’t mean here.” He lowered his hand to her full skirt and petticoats. “I meant here.”
    “Dear God.” Red gasped and dropped her basket to the ground. She was scandalized, yet the temptation kept her from saying no.
    Elan’s hand traveled from her lips to her chin and neck. His fingertips danced over the swells of her creamy alabaster breasts to the laces of her bodice. He made quick work of unlacing the fabric and pulling it down along with her skirt. He untied her petticoats and they fell in a heap at her feet. Eventually, Red was left in nothing but her cape, white cotton shift, thigh-high stockings and leather shoes.
    Red’s chest rose and fell rapidly in anticipation. She watched as Elan unlaced the ties of her shift and with a gentle brush of his hands, the material fell away. She was left bare and on display, her cape hiding nothing but her hair. He then pushed back her cape, wanting to see all of her wild red curls.
    Elan stepped back and took in her tall, ripe, and voluptuous beauty. Her soft curves were flawless ivory. Her heavy breasts tipped with tiny pink nipples. The apex of her legs, a triangle of fiery red. Her sapphire eyes, bright with longing.
    Red saw the look of desire on his face as he took in her naked body. She noticed that his loincloth no longer laid flat against his thighs but tented out before him. She had heard the whispered conversations of married women and knew that it was a sign that he wanted her.
    Elan moved close to her once more and slowly sunk to his knees in front of her. He clasped each of her feet and removed her shoes, one at a time. He unhurriedly slid