Northstar Vale Ima be a love you 'til the day I die kinda man

He allowed her access. She paused at the bob of his adam’s apple—nerves? But he remained silent in the matter, and she praised him in her own quietude—a rain of kisses continuing along his throat, sneaking further up to his cheek, and finally the corner of his mouth.

What should have felt joyful—alluring, even—felt terrifying to her, and she quaked with it, a tremor ripping through her when her mouth came hot upon his ear, her forehead pressing closer to him. “Have your intentions changed?”

Did he plan to simply ditch her, come spring, when something better came by and willing? She felt just as vulnerable as him--and she couldn't hide behind a mask of fake confidence where none existed.