Rising Sun Valley [m] We'll wish for weightless knees

Whatever you want, Reverie told him fondly, lost in the moment and how wonderful his touch felt. She did not think of the future, nor what might change between them — but if he'd asked her, she would have said that it would be very little. That she was not a coyote or even fully a wolf, that she wouldn't marry again, that she had nothing to offer him but this.

But he didn't ask.

So she kissed him instead. She peppered kisses across his face and his soft ears, pulling him further into their tangle of wet limbs. The rain began to taper off and the sky brightened, but Reverie hardly noticed.