Chapter 14 Bostabaca's Night

　　The night had grown colder, and Elaine sat on the windowsill of Sherman's room and looked out the window, gazing out at the moon hanging overhead. 　　Bonfires were still burning in the distant forest, and Elaine could sense a joyous energy pulsing through the air. 　　As a gust of wind seeped through the seams of her silk nightgown, she felt the sensation of feathers brushing against her skin, sending a tingling sensation through her body like a jolt of electricity. 　　Although they had met each other yesterday, the mere thought of Sherman's face still caused Elaine to feel a twinge of anxiety. 　　She wished it was all just a dream, but she had allowed herself to indulge in thoughts of him for so long that she was hesitant to let go. 　　Elaine leaned her head against her knees and gazed into the flickering candlelight, where she could almost see the contours of Sherman's well-defined muscles, hear the rustling of his clothes against his skin as he undressed, and feel the cold grunt of plea