make me feel brand new

Just as she was appreciating him, he was appreciating her. The way that the water clung to her womanly curves made Sparhawks stomach tighten. Usually he wasn't this much of a lecherous cad, but she seemed to make him this way. Manly urges rose in him and he kicked them in the teeth, holding them at bay. It was a good thing that he was laying on a rock.

Poem admitted to enjoying his company and the redwood man beamed. He was glad that the joy wasn't one sided. It seemed as though he was making a friend of the woman and he was rather content with the thought. Even if the fates didn't push them together in a steamy relationship, he would be honored and overjoyed to simply call her friend.

As the pair dried on their rock, Sparhawk couldn't help but steal glances at the snow and steel beauty beside him. She was so lovely and yet she acted like she had no idea just how pretty she was. Sparhawk liked that about her. Usually he could tell when a woman knew she had looks. Poem was just sweet and innocent. Inwardly, Sparhawk gasped. Was she a virgin? Gods above... Heat flared across his cheeks now and his red eyes went wide as he snapped his attention back to the water below.

Angelic tones pulled his full attention back to her. What would he do after? "Not sure. Maybe come back and get more clay. Maybe try to find honey to make mead." Ears perked as he brought his red gaze to rest upon her face. "And what does the future hold for you, Miss Po-em?"