[She seems happy, moves closer, her violet eyes all wide and charmed. He doesn’t know what to say or do next.
Before he can decide, he hears a wail — no, a panting moan - somewhere in the trees. Not close, but not as far off as he’d like, either. And he realizes what it is.
He is not exactly embarrassed, but it would be better if it weren’t happening, or if it must, better if it happened at another time.]
cw mild sexual reference
Before he can decide, he hears a wail — no, a panting moan - somewhere in the trees. Not close, but not as far off as he’d like, either. And he realizes what it is.
He is not exactly embarrassed, but it would be better if it weren’t happening, or if it must, better if it happened at another time.]
Is this the way of it? Off in the bushes?
[He’s mildly incredulous. At this time of day?]