Can I tell you something?" He tilted his head, moving in closer still, so close that she could feel his breath against her cheek. "Do you want to know what my grandma used to say about kisses on the forehead?" He pressed his lips to her brow, holding...
As though sensing her heightening alarm, Pinfeathers halted his advance. "I can’t help it that I’m susceptible to you", he whispered. "You know that. It’s just that you’re so...unreal...and so I have to touch you. If only to be certain that I...
Side by side we'll fight the tide, That sweeps in to take us down. Hand in hand we'll both withstand, Even as we drown.
He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes, She had just enough time to take in a breath, to blink, to part her lips before he took them with his own. Time froze. Her heart c...
