Blackfeather Woods It was real and I repent

There was a tenderness in his eyes that sunk its teeth in deep and crawled beneath her skin, even if the warmth did not reach his words.  She was desperate to make something when there was nothing, and to feel cared about in the slightest assuaged the war raging in her body and mind.  She moved to the side to allow him to pass, eyes trained upon him, and watched as he stole to the corner.

He's using you.  But did it matter?  What harm could this be?  Her quaking form moved to press against him, and she breathed easy in the space there.  Why? she asked as she drew her head back so he could see better the outline of her lip.  Thank you.