Firefly Glen this love it is a distant star

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Lorcan’s gaze softened, taking in the delicate bloom of her blush, the tremor in her voice, and the shy look she wore as if she might retreat at the slightest misstep. He resisted a smirk, careful not to make her feel small or naive. Instead, he lifted a paw, the motion slow and deliberate, brushing her cheek with a gentleness that surprised even him.

Then, allow me to be the one, love, he murmured, his voice a quiet, coaxing drawl that held a promise. No need to rush, nor pretend otherwise. We’ll take it at your pace. There’s no shame in feelin’ uncertain… or curious. His tone was low, velvety, like a secret offered solely for her.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her fur, a glint of playfulness softening his otherwise intense gaze. It’s only natural to want to experience life—every part of it. He paused, savoring the way her eyes searched his own, as if daring her to find herself in him.

fade to black in your next post?