Haunted Wood If it was always meant to be yours, then take it

Her response was laced with feline grace as she rubbed along the length of him, keeping her good eye to the outer periphery. Lucky for her, thanks to her left-side as her blindspot, her place beside him would be on the right; the perfection of how this all played out did not escape the woman.

“Honey, you don’t have to tell me twice. Any excuse to touch, or be touched, by you is heeded. Immediately.” She purred the last word, her lips reaching to grace his ear. It was highly suggestive, but she also understood the severity in his warning, and did as she was commanded.

These woods felt…dangerous.