Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

emboldened by the second gesture, lasher nevertheless reined in his innate passions and brushed his lips this time across the side of the other's chin. "once a month." he would come more often, had peregrine suggested it, but the panther had young pups and duties at the caldera. "i would like that very much." a short of shyness overcame him then; his cheeks warmed beneath their ecru pelt and he turned his eyes down toward the earth for a moment, before returning them to peregrine's handsome face.