our love of life and tension

It was everything, he was everything. Bas was everything, and that… maybe that concept was scary. Maybe that was too much for her head right now. Still, Hazel knows that she can’t be anywhere other than right here, anything other than… this. His? No, that’s not where her head needs to go right now. Alcohol. Fuck she needs a drink. The moment he sets it down, she licks it up and takes a long sip too.

Since when is she shy? Had she fucked up? He would have gotten and if she’d fucked up, and if he was mad she’d know. This is something else. Hazel set the bottle down and hid her face against Bas’s neck, burrowed in where she could be safe and be close to him. Shy… since when? She’d let the impulse take hold for a moment, but was that okay? Unable to stop herself from asking, she speaks into his soft fur. “Are you mad at me?”