Dahozhoni Meadow [m] sometimes

Her immediate response made him wonder again what she might be expecting from him. They should’ve talked beforehand but they couldn’t walk it back now. Still, he should absolutely say something. Cambria pondered what to say and how to say it.

Sure, he agreed when she asked to eat before going again. His pupils dilated at the prospect of more sex, though he forced himself to say, I’ll help you find food. And I’d be happy to keep you company for the next five days.

The “but…” hung there for a few beats as the shadows lengthened around them. It was the perfect time to hunt; all the crepuscular critters would be out and about as night took over for day.

That’s all I can offer, though. I’m not looking for anything longterm, he finally said, jaw working as the blunt words spilled out of him.