Chapter 1120

Ryan felt a wave of emotion. Sherry had fainted the last time she tried a cigar, but she bravely attempted it again to make a cigar for him. A pang of regret struck him as he recalled what happened back in the cellar—he had pushed her so hard that her body nearly gave out. After finishing his cigar, he stood up and caught a faint whiff on his fingers, a reminder of what had passed between them. It stirred something within him, a familiar spark. Sweat clung to his skin as he carried the food back to the campsite. The weather had become worse and more humid than any day since their beach vacation began. A storm was coming; he could feel it. Their temporary home sat lower than the surrounding area, and water tended to pool around them when it rained. The last storm had left their place damp and uncomfortable, and he wondered if they should cut the trip short and head back to the cave before the wind tore their roof off. With this in mind, Ryan decided to find Camelia and get her thoug