Duck Lake montefitu

coväh grins, all lazy satisfaction, like a wolf who just won a game he wasn’t even playing. his chin tips, watching her ease in, unhurried and unbothered, like gravity had simply drawn her to him. his leg, the one she hooks over her shoulder, flexes slightly before settling again, locking her in place without a word.
is lady say-ing she like? he hums, voice thick with amusement, but there’s something else in it too. something softer. he doesn’t press her for an answer, doesn’t need to.
instead, he exhales, slow and deep, head rolling back against the snow. maybe, he mimics, lips quirking as his eyes slip closed. maybe not.
the conversation dwindles, lulled by the quiet of the world around them, the slow rise and fall of his chest. warmth shared between them, easy as breathing.
he’d won, but really, who was keeping score?

down to fade in your next:)