Redsand Canyon Put your hands on my _____.

he was half asleep, only having just woke himself. the sunshine just barely pushing into his den.

not that it mattered because it was soon shadowed by a familiar frame. and maxim swore, for a moment too long, that he was dreaming. some bittersweet dream full of spring hormones.

why was towhee in his doorway? why had she asked him about marriage and children?

towhee? he offered in a tired lull.

a soft swing of his head to invite her in if she wished.