Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

If only he knew how his no nonsense way of approaching things had really made her feel; there wouldn't have been enough words in existence to describe how guilty he would feel. But he didn't know, and since that was how he approached most things, he thought nothing of it. It got the subject out in the open and gave him a glimpse of how she felt about things. Hearing that she liked and wanted him made his skin heat and his heart flutter. But what she said next was sobering, like ice water on his heated skin. He felt awful for implying that he was demanding anything from her now so soon into whatever this was. I'm sorry, he said first, guilt invading his expression. I didn't mean we had to do anything now. he lowered his head and nuzzled her cheek. I only want what you're ready to give me, he murmured gently. He wanted there to be no question about that.