Angela left him alone, glad that the sound of the water crushing anything and everything would drown out his misery, and provide a little privacy. She took a good look around before getting anything out, and watched the wolf jump up onto the roof to watch, though clearly he had wanted to stay with his master.

Angela turned to check on Marc and saw his torn shirt hit the ground, exposing a wide chest that she was drawn to even over the distance. When his hand went to his belt buckle, she spun around, clumsy fingers getting the Coleman lit. She'd almost lost him. Her impatience had almost killed them both.

"If it was supposed to be, it would have been," the Witch tried to comfort, as Angela set up camp.

Her wide eyes found Marc's naked body across the distance and couldn't look away. His hair and face were lathered, and as he poured the clean water over his head, Angela felt a chill of desire shoot down into her belly. He was a truly beautiful man, and they would be sharing a bed tonight to stay warm.

She should have been afraid of getting so close to Marc so openly, but she realized things had changed for her again. She certainly wasn't afraid of Marc as a man, was almost eager to be close to him. It was a very welcome change from the paralyzing fear that she had lived with for so long. The question was, would she feel this confident around other men, or was it just Brady she could respond to? Their bond of trust was one of those blind comforts that might mask the truths she wasn't ready to face, she thought suddenly. It would be too easy to fall back into a submissive role with Marc and forget her own needs in order to make him happy. Also, knowing she could feel a normal attraction to a stranger, would give her hope that Kenn hadn't damaged her beyond repair when it came to things like love…and sex.

Marc could feel her staring, his body responding immediately, swelling to thickness in seconds and he took his time rinsing, drying, dressing, and brushing his teeth. He felt a little better already, though he hurt all over, and he was still alive, so let her look all she wants, Marc thought to himself. Maybe she'll see something she likes and hold me down and take it.

Angela grinned, picking up on the thought. The block between them had crumbled when she'd seen the water reaching out for him like alien hands, and she frowned at all the scrapes, cuts, and bruises on his arms, chest, and face. As he moved closer, Dog jumped down to meet him, welcome him.




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