And All Things Will End

Her eyes go wide, then she responds with a lustful grin of her own. She removes herself from her bedroll and moves toward you. Her silhouette is perfection, the earth that she walks upon is blessed from her presence. As she gets closer she oscillates between confidence and a form of adolescent nervousness. You reach out and cup the side of her face with your hand. She wraps her arms around your neck and plants a single, wonderful kiss on your lips. Your heart almost shatters, and you need to mentally prepare to receive more. Her smile is massive. Your bodies are almost intertwined now.

Then you hear skittering from outside, a light chatter bleeding through the wooden walls.