Got The Feeling I've Been Talking to A Dead, Dead Line

In blocking the winds, the walls of the cave provided sudden warmth that only added to his own internal fever. If he'd had pelts of some kind he'd have happily laid them out first but his mind was swimming so rapidly he wondered if he could even contain himself that long. Just breathing in her scent was getting him high. He felt like he might lift right off the ground. He stretched out his arms, seeking to wrap them around the base of her neck as he eagerly sought to release his thoughts into oblivion. Let his mind still and quiet for a moment of ecstasy as his body was given the reigns.

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