Redtail Rise A living shrine just for you

No teeth - only the barest touch, fleeting.

She found enough upon him now to make it obvious why he lingered at this place; the milk scent that had been endearing was now a glaring oversight.

He had only wanted her to slake a thirst she'd brought upon him; now she was a desert, and he was the mirage of what she couldn't have.

The touch took all the time Sanja needed to make her mind up. She couldn't be where she was not wanted. It was not the first time.

Without a sound the woman withdraws from his touch, his scent, his presence. Bitterness would come after.