Ravensblood Forest I was doing just fine before I met you.

She was addictive – her touch warmed him, and he felt her eagerness with a feeling of relief. Like he was finally coming home. His nose drifted along the fur of her neck, greedy in his ministrations as he inhaled her scent softly. His name fell like a croon from her lips, and he felt a surge of possessiveness for the dragoness.
 
They barely knew one another.
 
“I want to show you something, sometime,” he murmured, pulling his face back to study her gently. If this were to turn in to develop further.. to turn in to something more, there were parts of his life he would not keep from her, even if he was unwilling to revisit them himself. Honesty was the next step, was it not?