Seducing a Barbarian (Not-So-Savage Barbarians #3)

Twenty

SIMON

I t had been only four days since Feigrind left, and I was listless. It wasn’t just boredom. Maman kept me close during the day and kept my hands busy. It was more than that. I missed the stupid barbarian. Missed his touch, his body wrapped around mine as we slept. I missed the hovering. I never thought I’d ache for someone as much as I did for him, but the longer he took to get back, the more foul my mood was. How long did it take to do some trade? It shouldn’t be that hard.

Maman had finally had enough of my attitude and told me to go lie down because I was irritating her. I wasn’t in the mood for company anyway, so I did, despite it being so early. It didn't help; I couldn’t get any rest with Feigrind gone, but at least I wasn’t taking my mood out on others. I started snooping through Feigrind’s things, moving things around in a way I knew would irritate him later. He liked things a particular way and got annoyed with me when I made a mess. I was in the middle of unfolding all his clothes when I heard footsteps approaching the tent.