Two Eyes Cenote [m] when i bend to your whim

we could be, coy, enraptured, enamored; inji felt warmth blossom beneath her collarbones. you could even take my last name. khusobek sha'arawi; a signal to all other women of the mesa territories that he belonged to her. she laughs again at the thought.
she wriggles so that she may fit perfectly nestled beside him, legs tangled, pulse ringing strong in her ears. i dream of the life i never had as a kid, her voice is lowered, bashful, honey-sweet even as her mind trails to the far more grim life she left behind. a home to raise our babies in. sons and daughters that can call you their dad. a strong and handsome husband. but two out of three of those are already true, aren't they?

she's such a cornball i'm so sorry