Whitefish River Ask Me Why

She spoke and swatted at his face, this time, her words made contact and he blinked several times in confusion. Like snapping out of a trans. Craning his head back, he pushed against the ground and into a sit, embarassed he looked off into a random direction, away from her and uttered the words. I appologize. But even now that he was aware of what he wanted and how odd and random it all was - it didn't stop that yearning. That burning. But he was in better control of it now. 

To try and diffuse the situation, he took his paw away from her side and sat next to her instead of over her; instead of focussing on her body, her scent, he tried to take back control of the beating in his chest. It was wild. He just had to settle down until they parted ways and then it didn't matter. I don't know what came over me. He continued after a while, trying to reassure the young woman that he didn't have that in mind this whole time, nor that it was his original plan.