Wheeling Gull Isle shouklaka

She relaxed into an embrace, her smile returned. Caracal felt something loosen in his chest at the sight of it. He leaned into her, a gentle press of companionable warmth. In the distance, the surf pounded a comforting rhythm.

There was nothing to say but, Anytime.

His lips tingled. He wondered about the possibility of a romance between them, of course he did. Wouldn’t that be straight out of a storybook, if he settled down with her here and they started a family together?

Caracal wasn’t sure he could commit to any of that, though, and he wouldn’t breathe a word of it unless he knew he could follow through for her. He wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box but Caracal liked to think he had integrity. He would never make a promise he didn’t think he could keep.