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The night sky above the competition grounds had darkened and dotted with stars that twinkled like immensely distant torchlights. The Goltbred camp was rather quiet as Ondua reclined on a pile of cushions inside his and his wife's private tent.
His arm wrapped comfortably around Yatrel's shoulders as she leaned against his chest. One hand rubbed little circles on his bare skin near her face and a contented sigh escaped the woman as she nestled even closer. Her reddish-blonde hair tickled the shirtless man's shoulder as she settled to listen to his heartbeat.
They hadn't actually spoken in an hour, just shared looks - but not because they were giving each other cold shoulders. Their day had been full of meetings, socializing, and attending various events at the competition grounds. Now, in the intimacy of their tent, they could finally be quiet.
