Greatwater Lake (M) Butterflies taste through their feet.

but he did want her name. and where she stayed.

he'd sown too many wild oats in life; he should care at this point where they wound up.

who are you? he murmured against her cheek, once their lovemaking had ceased into the langurous aftermath. not knowing that she would not hear him.

he didn't know anything about her. save. . .