Wheeling Gull Isle nemiyon

yes, heda wanted to say, and her shy mind flitted away from it all the same, even as a tiny surprised sound of pleasure escaped her throat at caracal's touch. unsure what to do with the massive gathering of sensitive passions that seemed to jam inside her, heda cleared her throat and looked toward the stretch of ocean.
"i want —" voice trailing thoughtfully.
"i want to decide on a last name for us, caracal," heda said brightly, leaning forward to press his cheek with a warm kiss that lingered. "something that — something that involves our home."
her heart raced, to be so close; ears slanting but eyes still filled with a glowing hope, even as she tried to ignore the very pull of her figure to his own.