Emberwood Sundew [m]

His mouth went dry. Kel wanted to retreat from her, but was held in place by some invisible force. This wasn't how things went; this wasn't the narrative he normally clung to. It didn't matter just then whether she saw something special in him or if she was just stringing him along. The latter seemed a stronger possibility than the former, but ultimately it just wasn't relevant. Either way, Kel was unused to this kind of attention.
Where? He asked before he could think about it, his voice lowering in pitch as his newfound control began to slip almost as soon as he'd found it. Nothing in him wished to abandon Riverclan, or Crowfeather — or Faun! — but these things seemed so far away now that they were only fleeting thoughts and flashes of guilt. It passed him by rather quickly, and then he was only focused on the woman with eyes that reminded him of Willowspire.