Stavanger Bay as if anyone could wait for you

velen scarcely dared to breathe as dalia approached gracefully. he fumbled back a few of her kisses, before leaning into her embrace with a low sound of contentment. and though the boy maintained a veneer of calm, inwardly he was not. it was not the touch of friends now; it was something else between them.
something he had not dared to hope. 
slowly velen brought his muzzle up to groom the curve of dalia's seashell ear, sitting before her and gathering the girl closer with a curve of his foreleg. would that this moment could last forever; he closed his eyes and breathed in the beautiful scent of her, tears threatening with a sting at the corners of his eyes.