Bearclaw Valley i can't fight this time now

she'd thought it over and over in her head of what she would say to him, of how she would say it.

and yet as he held her there, face cupped in his warm grasp, she had forgotten all that she had wanted to say. instead she could only stare, longingly, adoringly, mouth gone dry with the pounding of her heart.

"this better be worth the risk."

and then she was on her tiptoes leaning in to the warmth he offered, to breathe in his scent, to steal a kiss.