ivory cage

First his expression then his words flirted with confirming Circe’s suspicions but it was his willingness to share in a small, intimate gesture that made up her mind. She’d chosen well. His willingness to share in these things was perfect.

She moved eagerly into his embrace, her long neck snaking down so she could rest her chin against the back of his neck. After a beat she took a small step back from him, her teeth aiming to leave an inviting kiss on his intact ear as she did so. From there the ball was in his court. Circe had laid the groundwork but it was up to him to set the tone of their relationship.

“I’m well,” she answered truthfully before admitting with a soft sigh what was in actuality a lie meant to draw him in, “There is more...discomfort than I anticipated.” After a beat she smiled gently and assured him, “But this is my first and I am perhaps a bit paranoid. I’ve been told it is normal and things are progressing nicely.”