Duck Lake No one dies from love; guess I'll be the first

after — oh. oh!
lestan held her tightly. "that was the first time i — well. it would be hypocritical of me to cast you aside for something i did, too." something they had done together, more than once!
he wondered if her people prized purity. it did not seem likely but then, he did not know the inner workings of kvarsheim.
he kissed her crown, her cheek. "did you — enjoy it?" it certainly seemed as if they had, as if the two of them had somehow been deliciously guided by the thin thread of someone else's tantalizing scent.