[He is a dangerous, dangerous man and if she is not careful, she will be nothing more than a little bird caught between the wolf's teeth. Literally, as she sighs when his tug at her lip. And though her legs part in silent invitation and pure instinct, reacting to his touch without so much as a single thought, she pulls back from him—only far enough that she can stare into his eyes.]
I am.
[Her voice is a touch husky, but no less soft as she continues to thread her fingers through his soft, ashen brown hair.]
... Just let me be with you for a while, Cidolfus.
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I am.
[Her voice is a touch husky, but no less soft as she continues to thread her fingers through his soft, ashen brown hair.]
... Just let me be with you for a while, Cidolfus.