Stavanger Bay It was all forlorn, if only for a season

"y-yes. i'd like that."
some time away, just the two of them, and in no capacity such as the run from swiftcurrent — or anything else that had come after.
the idea of being alone with reverie was equal parts something he anticipated, and something he feared.
suppose —
he leaned sideways and kissed her temple with a feathering touch.