He pulls himself even closer so we can't get any closer, and I smile. A small growl burns at the base of my throat and I forget that I have leopard senses. I don't break the kiss though.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away. — Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro