Frostfire Ridge sedem

I’m no good at counting, He murmured. He was even worse at counting when his mind was so preoccupied, and with a light groan he surrendered to her touch, melting like warm butter as she combed her teeth through his fur. 

They would mind the days, count them by memorable moments high up and away from everyone else, where they could speak without being overheard. Treasured former-names could be uttered, sighed and screamed from where they spent their honeymoon without any worry of someone hearing.