Wheeling Gull Isle shouklaka

caracal hugged her, wiped her tears, and they only came harder. the tension in her body was raw. this was what she had wanted from bartholomew: his arms around her and his gaze boring into hers, telling her she would be his and her own.
"caracal," and her voice was a slender study in trepidation and shyness. she looked at the handsome planes of his face and saw how striking he was! how strong he was despite his youth.
and how little she stirred for him.
"caracal, will you kiss me?" heda forced out before she lost her wit and bravery. perhaps if her friend unlocked something in her with that, perhaps there truly was a hope of being free from this wonderful, awful, aching love.