Fairspell Meadow I

oh. she was held and warm. sweet words like summer honey spilled over the back of her ears.

i did not mean to steal you away... she confessed softly as she leaned her head back further, pressed against the strength of his throat. yet she made no move to send him off, to shoo him away from her and back to his moonlight witch.

the guilt might blossom in the wake of her admiration for him, but he was stronger for now. greater and more intoxicating than anything else good or bad.