Wheeling Gull Isle the songcord

Well, he drawled when she asked him for a timeline, raising his head to look her in the eye, I was thinking of going right after I spoke to you. But now I’m feeling a little reluctant to leave, he admitted with a huff of laughter. So I think I’ll go tomorrow morning. And I swear I’ll only be gone two, three days, tops.

For no reason in particular, he curled his paw against her jaw, holding her face briefly. Then it slid down the graceful slope of her neck, teasing over her collarbone before it danced over her shoulder and nested in the reddish lock of fur there. He didn’t tug, just wound his toes in the soft strands, kneading them a little.

I wanted to make sure I could offer a real commitment to you, he said quietly. And courting’s not—that, exactly, but I definitely have some strong feelings for you, Heda, and I think it’d be fun to see where they might go. You might even say it’s my biggest adventure yet, he concluded with a soft, glowing smile.

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