Sleepy Fox Hollow Wishful Thinking

He raised a brow at her comment.
A playful smirk arose on his face.
"Love, I live in a canyon, not a desert. We have waterfalls."
She'd probably think he was bluffing or winding her up. Yes, the canyon was barren but that was just because of the unfortunate rock type there. Life was abundant. 
"The ocean is like a living sky," that was the best way to explain it. He tilted his head up, looking at the swirling clouds and patchy blue.

 He watched how her scars carved into her face accented the curve of her cheek.
"I'm glad I could help you this much. You're a wonder, Arlette. I'll show you anything you want," he smiled. He hoped they'd be in each others company long enough to do so.
He looked at her again, catching her lasting look and stopped walking. Her touch sending gold through his veins, thick and hot. Precious.
He was caught speechless.