Swiftcurrent Creek your kiss, my cheek—i watched you leave

She cuddled into him with a happy sigh when he pulled her closer; this was her real-world fairytale. This—them tangled up in each other—was what she'd dreamed and wished for her entire life.

When he spoke, she felt ice in her veins and rolled towards him to look at him. Her eyes traced every line of his face, searching for context clues, but she found none. What happened? she asked, feeling suddenly sick to her stomach. The mention of him and two other women, tied together in the guise of drama, did not sit well with her.