Honeyed Pasture [m] epipremnum aureum

Ah, but isn’t this the time of year you feel the youngest, Casanova? she murmured, even as she gave into their mutual bodily desires. For her, it certainly was. Youthful thoughts flowed through her mind, and she felt as old as the day she had first stepped into adulthood. Spring was a a light, fun, and joyous time. Much like youth itself.

Ty let herself become lost in time, relishing their coupling for what it was—a tender moment between strangers.

. . .

She relaxed prone, preening the fur on her forelegs afterward. A careful eye caught his for a moment, and she wondered what he planned to do now. She did not think him the possessive type, though she had no real way of knowing this. Perhaps Ty simply saw the best in others.