“‘I want ye, a nighean,’ he said softly. ‘Will ye lie wi’ me? It may be the last time we have any privacy for some while.’
I opened my mouth to say, ‘Of course!’ and instead yawned hugely.
I clapped a hand to my mouth, removing it to say, ‘Oh, dear. I really didn’t mean that.’
He was laughing, almost soundlessly. Shaking his head, he straightened out the rumpled quilt I’d been sitting on, knelt on it, and stretched up a hand to me.
‘Come lie wi’ me and watch the stars for a bit, Sassenach. If ye’re still awake in five minutes, I’ll take your clothes off and have ye naked in the moonlight.’
‘And if I’m asleep in five minutes?’ I kicked off my shoes and took his hand.
‘Then I won’t bother takin’ your clothes off.’”