Derek didn't stop. He navigated through the market stalls, moving toward the edge of the square where the trees grew thick and the shadows were deep.
Marissa began to breathe raggedly. It wasn't just from the dancing anymore. It was anticipation.
She kept up with him. Her hand burned where he held it.
" Where are we going to?" She asked.
The music and voices of the festival participants were fading behind them, turning into a distant hum. The air grew cooler as they entered the shade of the trees.
Derek stopped.
He looked around them urgently. His head turned left, then right. He was scanning the area, looking for privacy. He looked like a predator looking for a den. He was trying to find a secluded spot.
He spotted a large elm tree. Its trunk was wide, and its roots created a small, hidden alcove.
He pulled her toward it.
They reached the tree. Derek didn't hesitate.
He spun her around. He pressed her back against the rough bark of the tree trunk.
