Phantom Hollow [m] destroy the middle

Atka's eyes widened slightly at his words. It clicked in her head, she frowned at this, but welcoming his embrace. She sighed, eyes closing as his fur brushed against his. Atka leaned against him as he circled, pressing her against him.

You could say that snow.

She held her breath, eyes flitting open.

I find myself in a quandary, Atka.

Dreven made her nevous, but not always in a negative way. He whittled down her defenses alarmingly fast.

I hate you as much as i like you and I'm not sure why. And I'm jealous as hell whoevers scent is all over you.

Atka exhaled, face stringing tight as she tried to piece together a response. Her mind drifted to Heph.

❝Listen, Heph and I aren't-❞ She paused, Atka thought over the flirty comments, affection and companionship.

❝We aren't like that.❞

Dreven occupied her mind more often than she'd like him too, making her feel an flurry of confusing emotions, whereas Heph just made her feel comfortable, warm. However, she'd revisit that later, by herself, right now she wanted to reassure Dreven. She didn't know where he stood, he probably didn't either, but she was afraid of whatever this overwhelming feeling was, leaving.

❝You make me feel different.❞ Atka looked at the ground, still enjoying the feeling of his body pressed up against her, ❝I don't know how to explain it.❞

Atka winced while she waited on a response.