Blacktail Deer Plateau [m] While everything is spinning beneath til it falls like glass

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It all happened so fast.
In a whirlwind, Reverie moved towards him and then he tasted her upon his tongue. And as much as it frightened him, this surge of want that up until this point he hadn't been certain was reciprocated, he couldn't bring himself to pull away.
In fact, he welcomed it, this tenacity, this fire; he allowed it to swallow him as his arms snaked and searched for whatever part of her he could wrap around. She would not break beneath him, and he drank from it, but even still, she would know gentleness.
But something bit at him, a nagging worry that ate away beneath his skin, and he reaches for her face with a cup of trembling paw. Reverie, and even his voice cracks and twists, quivers with a purr of hesitation; are you-- you sure?
Because before her, others had not been, and he regretted it so. Because if they dove from this ledge, Boone was not sure he could climb back up.