the potential of you and me

This had to be love. Nothing else quite explained it. He felt his own heart beating wildly in his chest, so hard in fact he nearly felt nauseous. The dinner had been quite lovely, though describing it in any number of words somehow felt like an understatement, but the sudden feelings that overwhelmed him made him regret eating quite so much. His thoughts were drifting far away from food now, though for good reasons. He was thinking of Twig and what his feelings for her meant, in the bigger picture, not just in the here and now. Would they tell Abaven about this, or would their packmates just figure out?

His head was swimming and her words had a unique way of grounding him. She loved him. Corvus was hardly what you'd call an overly confident wolf, but suddenly Twig made him feel like he had worth.. deeper than just being there for his packmates and his family. A much deeper, more personal kind of worth that he hadn't really felt before. The kind of warmth that blossomed throughout his body was deeply intoxicating, and her touch was just as mesmerizing. He leaned into her touch as she drew closer, breathing in her scent in a way he hadn't before. "Thank you, for everything," he said quietly. He'd said it before, but the weight of his words felt different now after he'd admitted he loved her. "You - are incredible." And she really was. He pulled away just slightly to get a better look at her, grinning in a way he normally didn't. She was beautiful, she was perfect - and somehow, she felt the same way about him. Had he truly gotten so lucky?