Frostfire Ridge half a life to rewrite

Last post for me =^__^=

Tuwawi could hear the soft flutter of Tyrr’s heart beneath his tepid skin, her own breast still drumming nervously. She closed her eyes to savor the moment. Was it a mistake to feel this way? Honestly, her affection for the prince felt a bit forbidden. She was nearly two years his senior and had known him for quite some time. Though she cared little for the opinions of others, a lingering sense of self-doubt unnerved the ember. However, the shadow’s rumbling voiced soothed her worries. ‘We’ll take is as slow as you want,’ he crooned to her, to which the flame only pressed harder into his alpine-scented pelt. “Okay,” she murmured feeling coy despite her expertise in the area of romance.

The bridge of her nose moved across his neck’s deep scars, until her maw rose to plant a small kiss upon an umber cheek. She would sit with him until dawn, side by side, to enjoy his company as the first light hit the ridge.