Blackfeather Woods [m] i must have dreamed a thousand dreams

reality often came cold and drenched in nightmare sweats.

yet it never found her. the warmth of being held did not fade. in fact she dared to think it burned almost hotter than she could handle. strong muscles laced each and every part of this warm woman.

loveday leaned into each lavish touch. she, too, was starved. she had tried to keep herself composed but that hunger was brilliant in her wisteria-colored eyes. there was only this, only them.

she buried her face into the rich hues of the woman's chest while she was held, as if she had always belonged there. a thought she would believe — if only for tonight.