Ana led him behind the waterfall into a room that was carved in the rock—not a cave, but an actual cavern that was part of the ruin built above. The waterfall crashed outside the entrance, barring any view inside. Ana pulled herself up gracefully from the water onto the stone platform, worn smooth by time and water. Chance followed. “This is incredible,” he said, feeling as if he was repeating himself, but he couldn’t help being wowed by this spot. He’d seen ruins before, had climbed through Machu Picchu, even, but this was even more special. Maybe because he was here with Ana, and it was a glimpse into her world, her past. He loved the look of reverence and joy on her face—the only other time he had seen her as happy was when she was cooking on her old TV show. And when he was inside of her. The trunks he wore were a tad uncomfortable given his sort of perpetually aroused state. The cool water had helped some, but there was no doubt that he wanted Ana again, as soon as he could have her.
