Morningside Cuesta conveniently misplacing the steps that i've been taking

she fluttered and bloomed beneath the attention.

entirely uncertain what to make of it! she was not as graceful as her mother had been, for adoption did not bless her with genetics. yet she had watched the way her mother had hunted.

so she danced around his bounding moves like he was prey. wheeling away from his nipping and diving in as if she might let her shoulders meet his.

truthfully, they might if neither one of them were quick enough.