The Floodlands flutterbat

So they walked... in silence. Up until he bundled her close again. Her scent was clearly driving him crazy, and she knew it would. Part of her felt guilty, but part of her never wanted to leave his loving arms. Part of her wanted to keep driving him on like this.

He spoke, and she glanced at him, giving him a simple nod. She wanted him too. She didn't care about that moose that had wandered off hours ago, nor did she care about the wet mud beneath her feet. All she wanted to be close to him, as hormones rushed though her.