Moonspear Picture a place where it all doesn't hurt

Well, shit. She wasn’t sure that she had actually believed he’d take her up on that. And for a second, she questioned how easily he’d said it. Did he mean it? Did she care? She could question it, second guess him and miss the chance to let him prove it. Or she could just take a shot and hope for the best.

Okay. Her smile grew a little. I guess we’ll see what happens. Well, one of us, anyway. They had about a year to wait, and she imagined in that time a lot would change. If he meant it, then she was in, one hundred percent. And he’d have plenty of time to back out if he didn’t.

And just for good measure, so he’d have less of a reason to think about backing out, she nestled her muzzle into the fur of his neck and rested there a moment, enjoying it. Of course, she’d ruin the moment shortly by giving his face a sloppy lick and jumping away, but for a short time, it was perfect.