Wheeling Gull Isle sacrament

she welcomed him.

in that wordless, tempting way. he moved only close enough to set the flowers within reach and then he took one step back. shared company had become their language, but he would not bring touch into the mix.

they would keep their respectful distance between their bodies, exchanging glances and wordless ways of talking.

and as such —

his golden gaze met her ocean blue, then turned to look upon the flowers he had brought.

for her.