“I hope not,” Winter walks with him, and kisses him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. A tear slips out of her eye; she didn’t want to face that pain, that emptiness, that heartache again. But no, she refuses to think of Arthur when she’s with Kerian. She carefully breaks the kiss with a smile. “If you’d like, there is actually a small patch of woods in England that I go to all the time. I can get us there and you can show me [i]your[/i] kind of fun when we’re finished here.” She brushes a hand across his cheek, her fingers feeling the planes of his face.