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Kansas had really wanted to tell her about poems in a way that wasn’t at all patronizing. He wasn’t there to boast; he wanted her to understand one of the more pleasant things the humans had left behind. She seemed so very bright, someone it would be fun to teach things to. She appeared to have understood, and in spite of himself he felt proud to have helped her, even in this small way. It made him feel lighthearted and happy in a way that he never really had before.



Her smile made his belly flutter, and he felt his face grow warm. It was probably too late when he realized how pale his coat was, and that she could probably see his blushing. When she faced him, he didn’t think he could look into her eyes without becoming very nervous. But they were so striking, and he felt invited, so he looked right into her eyes, too. You liked it? He did not expect her to want to touch him. He got the impression that some of the pack thought he was a bit strange, so when she leaned against him, he was as thrilled as he was surprised. But he didn’t flinch at all this time. She was so warm, and he really felt her. It was wonderful to feel a girl when his mind was clear. He leaned back slightly, really so he could support her.



You’re so… pretty. I mean - He was a little horrified with himself. But he’d meant it.



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