The Owl and The Crone

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He caressed her skin under the warmth of the morning sun.

Glistening drops of dew sparkled on her skin like the ripples of light dancing on the ocean’s surface.

Gently he pulled her into his chest, kissing her just behind the ear, sending tiny little earthquakes down her spine.

He wanted nothing more than to just be in her presence.

His arms wrapped tightly around her like a soft wool blanket.

The heat from his body begin to pop all the little bubbles of tension she held within.

She never felt this safe.

She never felt this protected.