Meadowlark Prairie toothaches from kissin' me

are you kidding?

fuck. this is the last time he ought to do something nice, she probably thinks it's—

and then she was against him, churning the knot inside of him, building the same resistance that had once been there, and knocking it down with one smooth breath. she was warm. he hadn't touched her this way, not since he had first stolen her from the woods.

it's...nothin'. he griped, not sure how to proceed with her. she seemed...okay huddled so close to him, breaching that boundary that had gone unspoken. he was not a ladies man by any means, but she made him feel as such.

eyes fluttering to a close, he let out a held breath. feeling a decades worth of stress release from his shoulders, it was different than most women he's had before. different than that blonde he'd taken— it was...soft.

he didn't want to let go.