Whitefish River Spring Fever

words felt heavy upon his tongue. he did not wish to speak. he wished to simmer in the silence with her and admire every move she made. he wished that they were the way they had been the first morning they spent together.

tightly wound, weaved together.

his mouth felt dry.

i didn't want you to be alone. he admitted weakly, eyes drifting to look at her delicate face.