Cedar Sweep Deep within you til you will not want me any other way

He would make an ocean for her if it was asked of him.

Or maybe it did not need to be asked. Maybe he simply...would. Dig into the earth until a well was hit and then dig until he was overcome by it all. Until the water reached mountaintops and she had as much sea as she could ever hope for.

No one needed to speak to be understood, he believed that.

His nose sought for where her pulse should be, to feel it thrum beneath her song. He wondered if her blood was saltwater.

His teeth wanting to nibble upon that pulse — only if she'd allow — as if he might taste divinity.

Would it scare her? Would it scare him if he felt it?