Whitefish River Spring Fever

We can timeskip ahead a few hours. <3

She let him chase her, embracing their youthful, hormonal energy. When she was caught, it was with blissful acceptance. Malila fell into his arms like she had belonged there all along. And honestly, she could imagine no where else she would rather be. She was mindful of the flames of desire within them both. She tried to sate it by heated cuddling and dousing him in affection only he would receive.

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She had lost track of time, but that didn't matter. Fuzzy headed, she laid flush against his pale torso, head at chest level and resting in the crook of his leg. Her soft eyes stared up at him admiringly. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have met you, Veran. Please tell me I am not dreaming." She smiled.