Sunset Valley Not Out of the Woods Yet

“There is no need for apology- you were ignorant of it. Tis not your fault to blame.” He was sour against all upbringings that weren’t of his own familial value- however there were so many others that intrigued him. Her own might have brought to light his naivity of her own livelihood. “As it is not mine own for my ignorance to your own upbringing.” Punctual.  

They had crossed enough miles as this conversation had taken place, and eagerness to get her home fought vehemently against selfishness to keep her to himself. “The pleasure is mine, Corra.” A smirk listlessly met a flecked ear to turn languidly away. “Your name needs no splendor; you  captivate naturally.” Most women often did, their perfumes and swaying hips, their batting eyes and lusty talks. But he was beyond such hot and heated wenches. He wanted a woman, the ideal mistress to be beside him. 

Soon they would have to bed down- the sun seemed sleepier as the day went.