Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
Maea’s touch lingered just slightly too long, and Liam realized when she let go that he wouldn’t have minded if it continued. ”I’m glad I met you, too,” he said softly, smiling in return. It was a chance encounter that he counted among his blessings, that was for certain. But he’d quickly become reliant on Maea’s presence in his life, and if he thought about that too hard, it scared him.
Suddenly unsure of himself, he busied himself with finishing off his stew. There were only a few bites left before the bowl was empty, leaving him to figure out what to do. When he was sure they were both done, he held out a hand for her bowl and rose from the table. ”I’ll wash if you dry,” he offered with a lopsided grin, hoping that he was suitably collected. All he needed was to get flustered by Maea, and then he was sure everything would unravel, just like the good things in his life always seemed to do.
Suddenly unsure of himself, he busied himself with finishing off his stew. There were only a few bites left before the bowl was empty, leaving him to figure out what to do. When he was sure they were both done, he held out a hand for her bowl and rose from the table. ”I’ll wash if you dry,” he offered with a lopsided grin, hoping that he was suitably collected. All he needed was to get flustered by Maea, and then he was sure everything would unravel, just like the good things in his life always seemed to do.
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
