He could have crushed her right under his hands, Ever realized as soon as he got closer. Her black hand reached up to tuck a red curl of her mane back so she could see him better. She was afraid of what he was feeling. The situation was familiar to her and she quickly forged her experience. It was hardest to walk, she knew, but was easy to pick up. Did he accept himself? What did he think now? Her mind was everywhere, scattered like the frost along the grass. But as soon as his refreshing scent hit her, she was gone.
Ever nearly ran forward without any fear and gently slammed into her mate’s chest. She laid her head on his strong chest and grabbed a fistful of his fur, it was bloodless. Her body lay tight and she couldn’t decide if she was shivering or not. The shirt in her hand was long forgotten, messily wrapped up on her arm.
His smell was enticing and now she could embrace it. Before she knew it the youth had lifted her head and let their lips meet. She couldn’t decide if it was planned or just destiny, but there was hardly room to think. The kiss had even surprised the female but it gained so much force that she could feel them falling. Her head was so light she couldn’t tell how hard they had hit the cold grass. Anguish washed over her for a second as the silver girl realized she must have hurt her mate for even she could feel a dull throbbing in her thigh. But she couldn’t let go.