Emberwood [M] to tell you how i feel

Her heart beat strong and fast. She could hear the blood pumping in her ears. She was trembling. She tried to control her breathing, to inhale slowly, hold, and exhale slowly also. She tried to bring her mind back to depressing things, like dead children. She could not. It wasn’t that she felt no sympathy or empathy for Kavik. She did. She felt terrible for him—because she loved him. And because she loved him, his touch, something she hadn’t felt in over a year, and before that, rarely if ever, was driving her insane. 

He thanked her, but she remained silent, afraid of what would come out of her mouth if she spoke. But then he pulled away. She felt cold—so cold—where his body had pressed against hers. ’Is this okay?’ he asked. 

Yes, she wanted to say. This is amazing. 

’We don't have to do this if you don't want to.’

“I want to,” she said, breathily, quickly—to quickly. Too desperately. It took her precious seconds to realize she had even said it aloud. Her entire body felt like it was on fire; she turned away from him quickly in embarrassment. What the fuck was wrong with her? Was she in some kind of early heat? “I’m—sorry,” she stuttered, her back still to him. “I—I don’t…” She couldn’t even finish that sentence; she didn’t even know what the end of the sentence was supposed to have been. She had no idea how to recover from an admission like that. He wasn’t stupid. He was a man. Surely he had heard the need in her voice. She felt ashamed. Her tail curled around a back leg, ears folding against her skull. She dropped her head low, unable to face him.