I was naked.
I could still taste the sweet juice of the fruit on my parched lips. It was horrifying. I could feel the prying eyes leering at me, at my body, at… My face grew hot. I couldn’t look at her, she caused this but at the same time I’ve never felt this way… never thought this way.
I scrambled deep into the garden, emerging somewhat covered and helped her do the same. It wasn’t long before I could sense His presence. I couldn’t stand it, I didn’t want him to see and neither did she.
So, we hid.
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