The Daring One

My hair is made into a long braid, the ends tickling my lower back. I change my mind many times on what I want to wear, and I decide on a simple light purple dress, that's long sleeved, and some warm pantyhose, paired off with black boots with buckles.

Where Quill resides, it's almost always cold, and I understand why he chose that spot; his entire pack run on a higher temp than the rest of us do. Quill comes back from speaking with my father, and heads back in my closet, pulling out a thick, flower patterned blanket.

He wraps it around myself, kissing the tip of my nose as he does so.

That simple action, so casual, and out of nowhere makes my heart beat faster, and the blood rush to my face.

Quill notices, his face switching from embarassment, to teasing, as he kisses both of my red cheeks.

"S-stop, you tease!" I say, lightly shoving him back, as I wrap the blanket around myself.

"My darling, you are covered from head to toe in clothes, it might b