Firefly Glen caressed my every sense it would allow

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maybe she should have thought she was taking advantage of him, or the strife it would cause in their merry band of ragtag misfits — the golden boy, the priest, and the herbalist.  but she was too busy drowning in her own hormones to realize what she could be doing to the boy, to their blossoming group.

she melted into the sunset boy's nibbles, a crooning purr escaping from her lips.  there was something scenic, poetic, about the scenery and the night itself; easily, ava let herself fall into her newfound friend's embrace.