Until There Is No Anything

What was happening? This was all too fast. Or was it? The loss of their siblings had been a common factor between them. Commiserating over it had drawn them together quickly. He'd shown more than once some semblance of care for her, even though one of those times infuriated her to no end. Maybe this was a mistake? They didn't even know one another. What if he had horrible habits? What if he snored?

What if she turned him down and spent the rest of her days alone?

She almost said his name again, but he said her own instead and was kissing her in return. All reservations fled and, in that moment, she was entirely his. He had listened to her story, hadn't he? Or had he fallen asleep and not heard her? "Roan," she broke away, but he was already telling her about how he wished to hold her. The woman's heart seized up and she fought to breathe for a moment.

Iolaire averted her gaze momentarily. "I'm damaged goods, in a sense. Before we go any further, I need you to know." She raised her eyes again, searching his face. "I'm barren. I can't produce children. It was... a big problem in my last relationship. I just need you to know." It was awkward and uncomfortable to tell him, but she would never again see the disappointment in the face of someone that she loved. At least she didn't love Roan, yet. "If you care about that, we can end this now and forget about it." But, she said within her mind, if you accept it, then I'm yours.