CALLUM
Dove and I lay on the grass, having shifted back and now just resting on the grass as we gazed at the sky overhead. She had dressed in her earlier discarded clothes. Something I had appreciated, because I did not trust my self control around dove when she was dressed in so little. I dare not even linger on the brief image of her that I had glimpsed before for fear of unwanted reactions.
I turned my gaze from the beautiful scenery of the sky to look at something equally as stunning. My beautiful mate. She was looking at the sky with a faraway look in her eye, her hair in all directions on the floor as she panted softly from her parted lips. No doubt from the little chase we just had. Though we laid with some distance between us, our legs were pressed against one another's, with her
