Honeyed Pasture [m] epipremnum aureum

Ah, how easy it was to fall back into old ways. This was not her sweet man, but he was similar in age and appearance. Enough so that Ty found herself wondering if she too had passed into that next realm. But she felt the earth beneath her feet and her heart beating in her chest just as strongly as it ever had. Ty held no fanciful notions of love or a lasting relationship from any encounters she had in the next few days. She merely wished for a warm embrace.

However.

She was unwilling to let herself be taken without at least a bit of a chase. With the years ahead dwindling, she knew to choose her suitors—even the temporary ones—with care.

When he reached for her, she pulled away playfully, teasing him to come try again. Not so fast, Casanova. I prefer at least an exchange of names.