Wheeling Gull Isle pi day

I miss you anytime we’re apart, he admitted with an unselfconscious laugh, kneading his toes against the base of her neck, and I don’t care if that’s cheesy as hell. It’s true.

For a little while, Caracal was content to just linger there with Heda, casually embracing. When they eventually slipped apart, neither one of them went very far. They still hovered in each other’s space, breaths mingling.

Are you hungry? I was hoping to grab us some lunch. Specifically, I thought about going fishing. Or maybe crabbing. His lips twisted thoughtfully before asking, Do you have a preference?