Hoshor Plains Heart like yours is rare to find

She could tell he felt awkward, she saw it in his expression and she felt it oozing from him to settle between them. It was her fault, she knew it. What she said and the way she was acting was making him uncomfortable—it was making her uncomfortable. His first words were awkward and felt like they were meant to just fill the strange silence that had fallen between them. This is why she didn't like to keep things hidden; it only caused more problems. 

As if things couldn't get weirder, he next asked about her love life. Of course she had no one waiting at her den; she was with the only one she would want to share her den with other than her children. She looked at him, feeling a little exasperated by all of this. She should just say it. But the words caught in her chest. Um, no, She squeaked out. The one I have feelings for—I haven't been able to tell him. She looked him square in the face then as if willing him to catch her hidden meaning. But she regretted the words almost immediately. What if he did actually decode her true meaning and didn't feel the same way? But it was out now, and she couldn't do anything about it other than wait painfully for his reaction.