FEED My MIND: Adventure. Learn. Live. Write.
RMP: A thousand?
RMP: (pause, wait, think)
RMP: What will it take to cement your beautiful heart to my insatiable heat?
Tman: Just one.
She remembers the lean-in to claim it, foreheads touching after, breathing in his exhaled sigh, feeling the shift in his form and the guttural tone that invaded his voice when he offered his help with those stubborn buttons.