Stavanger Bay The love of a friend

Nerians breath hitched, Thistle knew, she knew... but would she reciprocate? Nerian regarded her for a moment tried to decide if Thistle knew or not... I have a question ... but I am afraid to ask it... Nerian stepped forward and pressed her neck against Thistle's afraid to look into her eyes, Neiran spoked softly her muzzle just behind Thistle's ear anyway Does Ragnar mind sharing you? Nerian squeezed her eyes shut then and drew a breath holding it her chest reflexively. If Thistle moved away from her and spurned her as Ragnar had over and over she'd probably collapse under the weight of her selfishness.

She didn't ask if Ragnar actually wanted her for she feared that he didn't; nothing he had done so far had showed her otherwise, but if Thistle was asking her these things did it mean that at least Thistle wanted her? Did some one actually think she was worthy of affection? The seconds felt like hours to Nerian her heart thrummed in her ears and legs got weaker.