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Barynn quietly ate, thoroughly enjoying the meal that Luther had prepared. It was delicious, filled with flavour, and didn't have any moss. She glanced briefly in his direction from time to time, her cheeks going pink when their eyes met and she saw that he'd been looking her way. She was starting to think about the things he'd told her before, though, and the question of how many women had kissed those lips before she did was flitting around in her brain. She tried to dismiss it, though, glancing back down at her food and focusing on it. She wanted to kiss him again, but a part of her was becoming nervous that it had been a once-off kind of thing - something he'd wanted to do, and therefore had done, but didn't intend to do again. She doubted that would be the case, but with her severe lack of relationship experience, she had no way of knowing for sure.