Experience

“So,” the village elder said, looking from Morgan to Ezra and back, “first we need to know about any previous… experience you might have had.”

Ezra blinked. “Experience?” he said, tilting his head to one side. He shook his head. “What kind of experience? I’ve never been hand-fasted before, if that’s what you mean.”

He was surprised when the elder blushed and looked at Morgan. Morgan patted Ezra’s shoulder and smiled. “He’s a bit of an Innocent,” she said. Then, she turned to Ezra took both his hands in hers. “He means the sort of experience to people who care deeply for have, sweeting,” she said.

“Ideally,” the elder murmured.

“Oh,” Ezra said, flushing. He dropped his gaze and murmured, “I should have realized that. Of course… um… I’ve only been with two others, besides Morgan: Keller and Devin.”

“Keller?” Morgan repeated.

Ezra grimaced. “Yes, well,” he let his voice trail off and shrugged. “I’d rather forget about him, if it’s possible.” He looked thoughtful for a moment and added, “It wasn’t bad with Devin, but I think I’d be happier if he’d have been my only other… partner.”

“I can well imagine,” Morgan said, patting his hands. She smiled at the elder. “My turn, right?” she said. The elder simply nodded.