Swiftcurrent Creek rattling your ground

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He swallowed—the tears that threatened her eyes. A certain magnetic pull—and another step was taken, tentatively, a breaths pace away and she smelled like fresh rain water. He wanted to ask to kiss her—knowing very well he shouldn’t—and wouldn’t. It was much like Jakoul all over again, playing with fire and seeing just how much they could tame the flames in one another.

He could taste the freckles along her cheek bones. Pull her to him—nestle her into him and show her a way of passion that would not risk children—

—Fuck he was such an asshole.

His jaw grated—he took a step back, and another. “Of course you can stay,” he rasped, clearing his throat, exhaling sharply. “Pack of assholes, remember? We can use all the help we can get…”