Qeya River we got money ... we got dreams

She was a bloodshot sight.

Hackles prickled at the touch, but she did not turn upon him. Not yet.

He exposed tender flesh and she sought it with a fever that dwarfed his own. She wished to hold it for a moment, as if she might feel the very pulse of him.

When she released, very soon after, she did not pull away from his side.