Swiftcurrent Creek And the thousands of stars come out thousands of times

Yes, A little breathless; she kissed him again, again, again, each time feeling a small thrill at the thought of being able to kiss him like this every day. The rest didn't matter, not now. I want to be with you. She pulled away a little to meet his eyes then, her own gaze soft and bright with love for him, with hope for their future. Reverie had been ready to fly, ready to leave it all behind —
But she thought, in this moment, that maybe she could get used to this feeling of being grounded.