Two Eyes Cenote Reason of State

She advanced slowly down an imaginary aisle, and all the while in the center of his mind was the certainty of her.

“Toula, you’d make a pile of sticks look charming,” is his response, body straining against the need to pull her closer. When she reached for his cheek he caught her lips with his, skimming them gently.

“But I cannot be certain,” he whispered against her mouth as a feathered tail beat excitedly along his ankles, “better do it again.”