Swiftcurrent Creek Promise I'll be kind, but I won't stop until that boy is mine

"oh! i would never expect it of you. reverie! a home is where we are. you know? i do love this place, yes. but i —" and he lost his words, but felt she might understand.
eventually he meant to lie down again, with blossom between them; his heart raced and his head ached and his belly felt filled with thorns. 
dismay settled over him like a cowl.