Stone Circle You're my favorite book

They’d taken opposite roads that lead still back to each other. But they were not forged by fate- they each chose it.

Love before was not like this; it was not this.

And there was no going back for her, even in the risk of exposing oneself fully and asking for honesty. Her heart played its true part for him. In Fig’s clutch she writhes with overwhelming feeling, a low whine leaking from her muzzle and a wild tail that slaps about them both, lathering any part of him she can in furious licks.

“But what if-" the murmurs pool between kisses, “I’m horrible? And naggy? What if in five months you hate my voice, or my laugh?” She paws at his cheeks.

“What if I’m a bad mother? Could you still love me then, Fig?”