Hushed Willows that's nice, that's a nice sentiment

Her body felt hot in a much different way than it had several minutes ago.  Had it only been minutes?  It felt like hours.  Days, even.  Anger pricked intensely at her skin and caused her breathing to become even deeper.  Banner heard no further bat screeches, only the crickets whose chrips were severely muffled by the rushing of blood in her ears.  It was a dull roar and she struggled internally to differentiate the sound of her beating heart with this awful, persistent pounding.

But that voice, it sailed right through everything unencumbered to grab her attention.  Another sharp breath later and she tossed her head back over her shoulder to pin him with a wild look.  Banner's eyes were slightly glassy and mostly unfocused as she stared at him intensely.  He was.. he was.  Buchanan.  The large, powerful male who treated her with gentle respect.  The wolf who kept her company and sought her out when he had no one else.  Buchanan.

Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to focus on him, really focus her mind on what she was seeing.  Her green gaze darted down to the scars on his shoulder.  Right.  He'd just shared his story with her, before they'd shared an intimate moment.  She swallowed audibly and turned back to face him slowly.  Her movements were measured, ears pinned back in a caution that was pure instinct.  He was watching her intently like she was an unpredicatable.. animal.  Banner's brows furrowed and as quickly as it had come, the anger drained out of her.  She didn't meet his eyes again but opened her mouth to say something.  That damn apology was on the tip of her tonue, too!

Snapping her jaws shut with a click, the short female rushed back to him and pressed herself into his chest.  She sucked in a ragged breath but still said nothing.  What was there to say?  She'd completely lost it in what had been an utterly perfect moment and now all she had left to do was cling to the hope that he'd still accept her.