He knelt to be level with the fire stove to stir the pot full of our dinner.
I try to make conversation, I thought a nice comment will be ok. Oh, how wrong I was. As soon as I ask about the cottage he is all uncomfortable, squirmy. His eyes flash a gold rim with his wolf peeking through like he was arguing something.
I didn't even consider the history of this place, then it dawns on me... maybe it belonged to his mother.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," I start backtracking quickly.
Things are already somewhat awkward because of earlier when he tried to kiss me. It came so naturally to him to want to do the action. I didn't mean to hesitate when I did, I just wasn't ready yet. I hope when I get to know him more as himself then maybe I'll fe
