Nash inhaled deeply as his love brushed against his side. Had she always smelled this good? Must have. He'd always liked just being in her presence. Then she was gone, bounding away from him this time, devious. He blinked at her as she stated her intentions, all the implications laced in the word.
Then she straightened as asked a clarification, to which he smiled fondly and stepped after her. "Never," he said. Where she led, he would follow.
Nash fade