Wild Berry Meadow sweet surrender

He knew — and the scent of her changing hormones made it hard for him to draw back even enough to look her in the eye. He managed it, though, lingering close but regarding her with a sober look in his eyes.

"That's what we talked about," he told her, trying to gauge her desires on the topic. He felt that he could see what she wanted pretty transparently. "I want to. If you're ready, I'm ready."

It was soon, but in a lot of ways, it really wasn't. They'd known each other this long. They'd decided what they wanted, together and apart. It was only a matter of when, and at their ages, he saw no reason to wait.

"Let's get out of here," he suggested, his voice lowering; beguiling, now. "Take an early honeymoon. Remember that place where we met?"