Blacktail Deer Plateau [m] While everything is spinning beneath til it falls like glass

Change his mind?
Reverie, sweetheart, his voice is hushed and throaty, humming with oxytocin that still floods his every muscle. if I was gonna change my mind, would I have done that just now?
And perhaps it was stupid to assume, stupid to think that there weren't men out there who would love and leave so quickly. But Boone was not that; no, not at all. He'd made his bed, and he was happy to lie in it.
If anything, you'll be lucky if you can convince me to leave your li'l ass alone now, he turns the narrative to a jest, a playful — gentle — shove to her shoulder with his paw. I'm not goin' nowhere. Not if you don't want me to.
For he feared the same; he feared that she would come to her senses and he'd be left with only the fading warmth of where she used to be come tomorrow.