Horizon Ridge I've Co[M]e to talk with you again

His real name. Something she could call him by, though the title she had given him would be the one that would lay in her memory as the first thing that had come to mind when she'd learned his scent. His touch distracted her from the notion for a moment, and she returned his kisses with loving ones of her own. Featherlight touches drove her to reach for more, greedy for attention. She leaned against him, feeling weightless against his sturdy shoulder. Her ever-smiling lips curved into an even bigger smile. 

"Tell me your name, please do-, so I may sing it to you." She crooned.