should've asked already

Feeling the undeniable bristle of quills poking into his fur, Gil tilted back slightly. His ears turned around as he peered at her carefully. Confused by the sickly sweet smile on her face, he tilted his head. Had he said something wrong? Did she not believe the words he said? If anything, Gil was not a liar and he firmly believed the things he had told her. There was nothing that could ever pull him away. Not her mother, the pack, or anything else. She was his world and perhaps it was time he showed her that.

His bright yellow eyes watched her as her expression shifted into something more sly. Was Modesty not the cute and gullible youngster he had met what felt like ages ago? Something about the way she peered at him with those bigs eyes stirred his insides even more. Even as she pressed her nose up under his chin and asked him a question he dreaded answering. Only time would tell, but he had no plans of ever leaving. As she preened the white of his chest, a low rumble vibrated from him as he let his eyes close briefly. Staring at her was intoxicating and it took everything in him not to take her right then and there.

"You are the least boring creature I have ever met," Gil let out a raspy breath as he reached over to take a swig of the bottle. Feeling the fire burn his throat made his urges subside for now. When he turned his eyes back to her, he fell in love all over again. This new Modesty was tempting and fiery like the booze they drank. How could he ever get enough of her? "What would I have to do to prove my undying love for you?" His voice is a whisper as he snuggled up closer to her. Everything in him ached to give in, but he reminded himself that this would all be on her terms.