Lion Head Mesa The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming the moon's gonna owe it one

There was no pressure from her, nor were there questions as to why he declined. Instead she softened even more in his arms, pliant and needy. He had completely forgotten about the meal she promised; he was far hungrier for this. The connection he felt to her was like nothing he had ever felt. He knew he could quickly become addicted to it. But there would be no time for that; eventually, he would be on his way, back into the world alone to search. 

For now, he would surrender to her urging, exploring and kissing as if he hadn't already done that to every inch of her already. He was happy to pretend there was no tomorrow.