Hushed Willows He's a tramp

"You... you do?" She said with a hint of relief. Her head relaxed once again on his shoulder and she smiled softly. Gwen sighed with a smile and said no more. The white female was once again unsure of what to say. So she stayed quiet, listening to the distant birds chirp and glancing up at the bright moon. Her eyes closed in contempt. Gwen was comfortable with him and she enjoyed the sense of peace she felt when she was around him.