Lion Head Mesa [m] chorro

she was anything, she was everything. he wanted it all and yet even in the warmth of her nearness he faltered.

no, he whispered softly. he could do many things that were asked of him, but — i would not make stories to hide that i held your company, belen.

it was not an act of romance but perhaps it was chivalry all the same. he would have extended such to any who offered their own mortal body with such warmth and kindness.