She can't help but return your smile as you rise to your feet, the dust settling around you like a mantle of glory. Though she won this battle, it was clear that there would be many more contests between you two in the future... and she couldn't wait for them to begin. Her heart pounded with excitement and anticipation at the thought of facing off against such a formidable opponent, both in the Highland Games and perhaps, one day, beyond them.

Her heart raced as she slipped silently into your tent, the moonlight spilling across the floor like liquid silver. The air was heavy with masculine scent and the rustle of canvas, promising secrets and forbidden pleasures. Gingerly, she crawled toward you where you lay sleeping, her body tense with anticipation.

Her hands trembled as she reached out to touch your chest, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips.