Bearclaw Valley all i want

Cole watched her, unreadable, the weight of her words settling in his chest like an anchor. He had asked if she was sure, not because he doubted her, but because he knew what it meant. What this meant.
He had spent too long keeping the world at arm’s length. Too long being the man others could rely on, but never the one who allowed himself to need. Winslet—his Winslet—had torn through those walls like they were nothing but paper.
His paw stayed on her face, rough and calloused against something as soft as her. He felt the way she leaned into him, the way her breath hitched with certainty, not hesitation. That bashful smile—hell, it damn near undid him.
You don't know what you're askin’ for, his voice was low, hoarse. Not a refusal, just a warning. Ain't no takin’ it back after this.
His paw brushed over her cheek, something dangerously close to tenderness in the motion. A man like him, he wasn’t built for delicate things. And yet, here she was, looking at him like he was something worth keeping.
You want me? He exhaled slow, a heavy thing. Then you got me.