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Eve Adams wouldn't consider herself to be a compassionate person. Maybe once, in the past, but not anymore. Not since the hardships of life and the unfairness of it all had worn her down into the miserable little nub that she was. Or at least, the nub she believed herself to be.
Until today.
It was sort of hard to consider yourself a soulless husk of a person with no consideration for others when you risk your life to save someone you don't even know. And yet, there she was—practically dangling off the edge of a cliff once again.
She was fucked.
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"Soup's on, everybody!" Yellowstone called out cheerfully, placing two plates of steaming hotcakes onto the table shared by park ranger Eve and resident know-it-all, Yosemite. That's how Eve referred to her, anyways.
The redhead tore into her breakfast, mentally kicking herself for indulging once again in the younger(?) girl's dangerously delicious cooking, but too weak to give it up completely.
Across from her, Yosemite didn't bother setting down the book she was reading, sloppily shoving a bite of pancake into her mouth as her eyes scanned its pages. Apparently she chose to withhold her snarky comments for the day and focus on her research. Not that Eve was complaining.
Zion opted to partake in her meal on the couch where Pup showcased his signature sad, hungry look and whined at her from the floor.
A normal Wednesday.
The group of girls had established their own little routine while living together, seamlessly weaving Eve into their not-so-normal everyday lives—despite her being the only one supposed to actually be living in the cabin.
Since the incident between Zion and Yosemite, their relations had been somewhat strained, but things were slowly getting better. It helped to have someone objective to talk to—Eve. Despite her insistence on the fact that she was not a therapist, she didn't completely shut them down, and actually found some solace in being an ear to talk to, just like Teddy had been for her.
But that didn't mean she was a good person. She was the same insufferable grouch she had been for years, despite the protests of her roommates. And the park forms about her. And Jessie's enthusiastic compliments. No, she was crankier than Oscar—she had experience being knee-deep in garbage, after all. That's right. Gray uniform, gray morals.
It was with that instilled in her head that she left for work that day. She didn't have any particular assignment, just to simply make the rounds, helping out campers and patrolling her area of the park. Hopefully no incidents and, therefore, no paperwork. A girl can dream.
After several hours of picking up stray trash, passing out water bottles to ungrateful campers, and cursing out whoever decided to paint their initials on a rock, Eve was already done with her day.
With a sigh and a not-so-metaphorical slap in the face to wake her up, she trudged on. She was doing it for the park, she told herself. Not for those ungrateful louses.
The painfully fake smile she had forced onto her face melded into an annoyed scowl as she heard what sounded like someone shouting in the distance. Unperturbed but still on duty, she made her way towards the voice, heading deeper into the woods. She could hear the bubbling of the river nearby as she walked, and the stranger's voice getting louder. But as she approached, she sensed something was off. The words they shouted were frantic, laced with panic as they resounded above the roaring of the river.
Eve broke into a sprint.
As she broke out of the tree line, she could see the man.
"Shit."
He was a young guy, probably a few years younger than Eve, but old enough to have easily avoided this situation if he had an ounce of common sense.
"Hold on!" She called out as she ran to the edge of the water.
What kind of idiot decides to kayak on this part of the Tuolumne river? Of course, it was a great source of recreation; rafting, kayaking, paddle boating, you name it—but not here. The man's kayak was approaching one of its most unfriendly parts. Not Waterwheel Falls, thankfully, but just as dangerous.
Up ahead was a series of falls, where whitewater erupted off of jagged rocks before dropping down onto the rest of the river. In other words, not suitable for recreation.
Scrambling to be level with him as he sped down the river uncontrollably, Eve raced across the shore. She wished she had brought something, anything, that she could use to help the situation. Nope. Flashlight, bear spray, granola bar, but nothing useful.
Thankfully, nature was at least a little bit on her side. The man had managed to stick his paddle into the bank, propelling him to the side and up against a convenient scattering of rocks that held him in place as the water gushed behind him, threatening to take him down under.
She took that moment to spring into action. She hopped onto a flat rock that stuck out of the water in order to reach him. She used both hands to grasp his arm, pulling him out of the kayak and using the momentum to throw him past her and onto the shore. However, the power of the hasty movement backfired on her.
Her foot slipped as she reeled from the force of the action, falling into the river herself. Her head dipped underneath before she broke the surface, sputtering out water and coughing as the shock jolted her senses. It was cold.
She suppressed a shiver, focusing on the task at hand as she floated down the river, narrowly evading the jagged rocks. She tried to swim to shore, but the strength of the waves pounding against her back threatened to throw her under. She wouldn't be getting anywhere like this.
She heard a cry of alarm from further behind her, but she tuned it out. He could do nothing to help her now. She looked up ahead. A drop was coming. She panicked. How would she get herself out of this? It wasn't like Yosemite would zap herself there and pull her out of trouble again. She hated herself for wishing she would.
With nothing more she could do, she steeled herself for impact. Then she spotted it. Her salvation.
A low-hanging branch dipped where the river met the edge of the cliff, dropping down dangerously. She would have to time it right. Maneuvering herself as much as she could in the frigid water, she positioned herself underneath where the branch would be. As she reached the edge of the falls, she propelled herself upwards, using a nearby rock to kick off of and grasp the thin but sturdy strap of bark above. A needle of pain pierced her foot as she used it to push herself upwards, zigzagging up her leg as she swung on the branch over the perilous drop.
Gritting her teeth, she shimmied across the wood until she was safely over the bank, then looked down. There was no easy way to do this. She let go, dropping to the grassy floor gracelessly.
If it had been a needle of paint in her foot before, now it was a bolt of lightning. Eve let out a sharp cry of pain as she collapsed to the ground, falling onto her butt and cradling her left leg. Fuck, was all she could think as her vision clouded at the twisting, grinding feeling in her foot.
"Are you okay?!" Kayak boy had caught up with her, clearly out of breath from running along the bank.
"I'm fine," She spat in an attempt to hide her injury, standing up despite the lightheadedness the pressure on her leg caused. "But I'd be better if I didn't have to save your sorry ass."
"I'm so sorry," He replied, running a hand through the mop of brown hair on his head. "Thank you. Truly. I don't know what I would have done." He chuckled shakily.
"You would have died." She deadpanned. Beating around the bush was not her specialty. "That was unbelievably dumb." She winced as she took a step forward.
"Yeah, I..." He averted his eyes. "I should have done more research."
"Or looked at one of the guidebooks. It explicitly states that this part of the river is not to be used for recreational purposes. Could have saved both of us the little dance with death we did back there." As she continued moving back down the bank beside him, her eyesight became foggier and she began to wobble.
"Are you... sure you're okay?"
"Yes!" She snapped, glaring at him. "Now get out of here before I decide to write you up for that stunt. I'm feeling nice. Don't ruin it."
The man simply nodded and took off down the path that cut through the woods, back towards the closest campsite.
Eve sighed, pushing her drenched bangs out of her face as she stumbled onwards. But she wasn't really okay. When she finally stopped to take a breath, she couldn't feel her leg much anymore. In fact, she couldn't feel most of her body. And as her vision faded to black, the last thing she could make out was a squirrel staring down at her from a tree.
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It was dark when she woke. The seemingly empty void that surrounded her was at the same time alive with the sounds of bugs, specifically crickets and cicadas as they performed an orchestral melody of high-pitched buzzing and chirping.
But it wasn't the bugs that she heard first. It was her phone, blasting out that annoying pop melody that Yellowstone had somehow managed to activate on it when Eve wasn't looking. Speak of the devil. "Eve??" The blonde called out through the small device.
"Wha-"
"OH GOSH YOU'RE ALIVE! WE THOUGHT YOU KICKED THE BUCKET, YO! YOU-" Yellowstone's voice poured out of the phone, rambling on about how she thought Eve had been eaten by a bear, tumbled off a cliff, or fallen victim to some other type of grotesque death.
"Give me that." A voice grumbled in the background, followed by a swooshing noise as the phone was passed around. "Where are you, ranger? Did you get lost?" Yosemite said condescendingly, enunciating the last part as if to mock her.
The redhead glared at her, despite the girl not being there, and started, "No. I-" A pained groan escaped her as she shifted her weight, accidentally putting pressure on her foot. She inhaled sharply. Before she could continue, Yosemite's voice, barely above a whisper, rose from the other end of the line.
"Are you hurt?" If Eve wasn't delirious from pain, she would have thought the girl sounded concerned.
"It's nothing, just-" Okay, that hurt like hell.
"It doesn't sound like nothing," she insisted. "Where are you?" Despite having said the exact same words seconds before, Yosemite's tone had shifted drastically. Her voice was firm but gentle. The words were a command, but her dictation was soft. It was something Eve had never heard from the usually arrogant, snide girl she knew. Frankly, it scared her.
"I'm... by the Tuolumne river." She managed to tell her. "Near the les-the lesser falls."
Within moments, Yosemite appeared. She was further down the bank, but still there. Eve watched with groggy eyes as the girl rushed towards her. "...ve?" Her ears began to ring. She could see Yosemite speaking to her, asking her something, looking at her with round eyes and a wrinkle in her brow as she tried to get her attention.
The grass beneath her was soft. She touched it with her hand, a ghost of a smile tugging on her face. "..VE! LO...K AT M..." Yosemite's sentence fizzled out, leaving Eve unable to fill in the blanks.
A smooth hand placed on her cheek, forcing her gaze upwards, shook her out of it. Above her was Yosemite's distraught face, tears running down her freckled cheeks as she tried to get Eve to wake up. But she was awake. The redhead opened her mouth to speak, but a hoarse whisper was all she could manage. "'S okay..."
Then darkness.
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Water. Water was all around her: in her eyes, in her mouth, in her lungs. She thrashed wildly in the deep blue, fighting to break free of the darkness, but to no avail. She opened her mouth to scream, but it only succeeded in filling her lungs faster. Her vision began to darken as she sunk deeper, deeper...
"No!" Eve sat up in a flurry of panic, panting as she flailed her arms in a desperate attempt to grab onto something. Gripped between her fingers were fistfuls of sheet. She was in her bed, sunlight filtering in through the small window in the corner of the room.
The curtain concealing her from the rest of the cabin was flung open, and the face of a cherub stared up at her, eyes wide. "Are you okay, Miss Eve?"
Eve blinked, rubbing her face with her hands in an attempt to calm herself down. "I'm okay, Zion." She reassured the young girl.
Zion beamed at her, putting her small hand on Eve's in an attempt to soothe her. "She's awake?" A voice called from the kitchen. Yellowstone popped over, spatula in hand. "How ya doin', skipper?"
"I..." Eve let out a yawn. She noticed a dull ache in her foot that stretched up her leg, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been the night before. Then she remembered. Last night. Yosemite had come to find her, and she... had been crying. Upon recalling this, a light rose filled her cheeks. "I'm good."
"Thanks to Yosemite! She really patched ya up good, there." Yellowstone crooned, returning to the kitchen to flip her eggs.
Eve threw the sheets off of her to inspect her foot, which had been coated in some sort of poultice and bandaged. "What is that... goop?" She squinted at the green stain visible from beneath the bandages. "What did you infect me with, you monster?" She snorted, anticipating a retort from the blue-haired girl sitting at the table on the other side of the room.
But she was met with silence. Quizzically, she peeked her head around the dividing wall to eye her. Yosemite sat at her usual spot, scribbling notes as she read through an assortment of books. Her banter had been shot down.
She looked to Zion, who simply shrugged next to her. Yellowstone happily whistled from the kitchen as she cooked, possibly in an attempt to ease the awkward silence.
"Okay..." Eve muttered, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She made a move to get up, but stopped short.
"Don't you dare." Yosemite barked, eyes still on the paper in front of her. "Moron." She added under her breath, but loud enough for the victim of the word to catch it.
"What am I supposed to do, sit here all day?" Eve scoffed.
"Yes," The three girls replied in unison. The redhead threw her hands up in exasperation as she lay back on the bed in defeat.
"It'll be okay," Zion smiled sweetly. "We'll be here with you!"
"Yeah, because I love the company here." She scowled, eyeing one freckled girl in particular. If she noticed, she didn't show it. She really wasn't playing today, huh? Maybe it's because of last night, Eve thought to herself. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about all that, either.
Thankfully, she didn't have much time to think about it. "Grub time!" Yellowstone called out in a sing-song voice, serving everyone a platter of eggs and toast. Eve got a ketchup smiley face on hers. She wasn't sure if she should feel touched or disturbed as she stabbed the eggy face with her fork.
Leave it to Yellowstone's cooking to improve her mood instantly. "Mmm.." she hummed, stuffing her face. How long had it been since she'd eaten?
"So..." Yellowstone wiped her hands on her apron before joining Eve and Zion on the bed. "Did you have a death wish or somethin'?"
Eve frowned. "What do you mean?"
Yellowstone and Zion exchanged a look. "I think what she means is," the younger one continued, "Why were you sleeping in the woods?"
The redhead gulped down a bite of pancake as she met Zion's curious gaze. She sighed in annoyance as she remembered the previous night's events. "There was some idiot kayaking down the river."
"Down the falls?" Yellowstone burst out. "HE musta had a death wish!"
Eve nodded in exasperated agreement. "So I had to save him."
"You saved him?" Zion tugged on her sleeve in excitement, her eyes practically shining as she stared up at her.
"Don't get the wrong idea, kid," She frowned. "I just didn't want to deal with the extra paperwork that comes with a dead visitor." A scoff from across the room.
"How'd you get him out of there?" Yellowstone asked, tilting her mountain of a head in curiosity.
Eve recalled the story of what happened, possibly exaggerating a few parts in her favor to ostentatiously showcase her heroic actions. "And I told him to get lost before I wrote him up." She concluded, a smug look on her face.
"Wow! That's so-" Zion started to express her admiration but was cut off by an icy voice from across the room.
"Stupid." Yosemite stood from her spot at the table and stomped over to where the trio of girls sat on the bed. "You're telling me that you risked your life to save some kid, breaking your foot in the process, and then sent him on his way? You literally passed out, Eve. What on earth was going through your head?!"
There was a moment of stunned quiet after the outburst, Yosemite shooting daggers at Eve as she stood there, panting.
Sensing the tension and not wanting any part of it, Yellowstone hopped off the bed and clapped her hands together. "Zion!" She beamed, taking the girl's hand. "There's this lovely spot at my park I've been meaning to show you. Let's go!" Before Zion could utter a word, the two had disappeared, leaving Eve and Yosemite to stare at each other in uncomfortable silence.
Finally, Eve sighed as she crossed her arms. "I don't know what you're getting so worked up over. I could have made it back on my own." She lied.
As quickly as she had exploded, Yosemite's anger disappeared from her face. Her eyes dulled as she took in what Eve said, arms hanging limply at her side. She looked utterly defeated. "You know what? Fine." she croaked, turning away from the redhead.
Eve gulped. This wasn't the kind of reaction she was expecting. Yosemite slunk away from the makeshift bedroom, making her way towards the front door of the cabin.
Eve recalled the night before, the worry on the girl's face, the tears streaming down her cheeks, coupled with the bags under her eyes now, and her exhausted manner.
She mentally kicked herself. Why was she like this?
Yosemite clearly cared about her, and yet the walls she had built around herself refused to come down. It was hard. Eve panicked as she threatened to leave her, inching closer to the door.
"Wait!" She called out, sounding more desperate than she would have liked. Yosemite stopped, hand hovering over the doorknob. "Yosemite, I-I'm sorry." The words felt like acid on her tongue, but she forced them out.
Yosemite turned to face her, making no attempt to hide the surprise in her expression. "Don't go." She refused to have another person walk out on her. She'd been left alone too many times.
She averted her eyes in shame at her words, a blush creeping up her cheeks. A shadow cast over her caused her to look up. Yosemite sheepishly looked down at Eve, a gentler air replacing the harshness from before.
She motioned to the bed and Eve nodded, scooting over and permitting her to plop onto the mattress beside her. She let out a long sigh as she considered her next words carefully. Defying all the warnings her brain had given her for years, she chose to speak from the heart.
"Thank you," Eve murmured, eyes on her hands as she shifted them uncomfortably in her lap. She could feel herself shaking slightly, clenching her hands together in an attempt to suppress it. "You... You're right. It was stupid of me."
Sensing the change in her demeanor and the vulnerability in her words, Yosemite's face softened as she looked at the girl. "It was," she exhaled. "But it was also brave." Eve glanced up at this. "But mostly stupid." Yosemite added as she met her gaze.
The two shared a small smile before averting their eyes once again, equally flustered. Eve cleared her throat in an attempt to ease the tension. "And here I thought you'd be proud of me for saving some useless human being."
"Mm," Yosemite hummed in reply. "It seems I've run out of gold star stickers to give you, ranger." She quipped, a mischievous sparkle in her eye.
"Darn," Eve smirked. "I thought I'd get an A+ this time. I mean, really, you should have seen the way I hung above that cliff." She motioned with her hands to demonstrate her intense stunt.
However, when she looked back at Yosemite, her lips were curled into a frown once again. Eve glanced at her curiously. "Yosemite?" The girl's eyes were downcast, and her frown only deepened when her name was called. "What's wrong?"
Yosemite let out a deep sigh and fell backwards on the bed, stretching out her arms as she looked up at the ceiling. "It's stupid."
Eve leaned back to join her face to face. "Can't be stupider than I am." She raised her eyebrows sardonically, eliciting a chuckle.
"I just... wish I could protect you." As soon as the words left her mouth, Yosemite shot up in alarm, her face as red as the snow plants that grew throughout her park. "I mean... I-" She stumbled with her words before burying her face in her hands.
Eve had never seen her so worked up. It was... cute. She felt her own cheeks begin to heat up.
When Yosemite was finally able to compose herself, she lay back down on the bed and continued. "What I mean to say is that I wish I could have helped with the Tuolumne situation."
"Me too," Eve replied without thinking. She quickly added, "It was a pain in the butt, afterall."
"I'm sure."
Eve gulped. She could feel sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. What was this game of cat and mouse they were playing? She knew she wasn't being entirely honest with her feelings, but she got the sense that Yosemite wasn't either. Time to test it.
"Maybe I ought to rescue people more often. That guy, despite being dumb as a rock, was pretty good-looking."
"WHAT?!" Yosemite turned to face her so fast that she must have gotten whiplash. Her eyes were wide in a mixture of confusion and horror as she gawked at Eve. Hook, line, and sinker.
"Aha," Eve replied with a roguish grin. "I didn't take you for the jealous type, Yosemite."
The girl in question pouted, her face returning to its previous shade of bright red. "Whatever." She denied all accusations.
Eve poked at her cheek playfully. "No getting out of this one. You're totally jealous."
"I am not!" She still wouldn't budge. Time for the cherry on top. Time to dig out the deepest, darkest part of her personality. Her passion for singing.
"It's fine. I like my women like I like my money."
"What's that supposed to-"
"Green," Eve began singing, albeit offkey. "A little jealous~"
Yosemite shoved her in the face. "What the hell are you doing?"
Eve let out a nervous laugh whilst dying a little on the inside. "All the pretty girls in the world," She brushed the bluish-black hair out of Yosemite's face and tucked it behind her ear. "But I'm in this space with you~"
The girl's eyes flickered from confusion to awe in an instant, practically shining as Eve finished off the verse. "You..." She breathed, her voice an astonished whisper. She didn't have to finish her sentence for Eve to know exactly what she meant.
"Yeah," she responded with a small smile. She cupped her hand around Yosemite's stone-speckled cheek and leaned in to press her lips against hers. The girl's eyes flickered wide with excitement before becoming half-lidded in desire. She tasted like the wilderness, the sharp sweetness of pine needles intermixed with the tangy flavor of wild berries.
Yosemite kissed her back, her hand coming to rest on Eve's midsection as their mouths worked against each other in unison. Eve's heart felt like it was going to explode, beating against her chest rapidly as Yosemite pressed her tongue inside her mouth, smooth and graceful as it glided against her own. They broke apart for air before their mouths connected once again.
The girl gasped in pleasure as Eve placed a small bite on her bottom lip before moving to plant a kiss on her jawline, making her away across her face and down her neck, eliciting several moans and yelps that only drove her onward with more intensity. She had never heard her make sounds like that, and now she was hooked. She wanted to hear more.
"You're beautiful," She murmured in her ear, nibbling it tenderly.
"Mm," Yosemite whimpered, out of breath.
Eve gave her a love bite on her collarbone, hands reaching down to hold her by the waist, her shirt riding up to display a portion of her bronze toned skin. Her eyes lingered for a moment before returning to Yosemite's face. Her eyes were shut tight in contentment, swollen lips parted as she panted softly.
Eve took a moment to appreciate this moment, running a hand down her cheek gently as she took in the beauty of the girl in front of her. Her heart felt like it was going to burst. She couldn't recall a time when she had ever felt like this. She pressed her lips to Yosemite's cheek affectionately. "I l-"
"Howdy doodly!" Yellowstone's cheerful shout snapped both of them out of their stupor instantly, untangling themselves from each other and practically jumping out of bed. "Woah, y'all okay?"
Yosemite stood in front of the bed, awkward and disheveled, while Eve sat upright on the edge of it. They looked like real pieces of work. Hair messy, faces red, out of breath. "Yep." She replied, trying to keep her voice as level as possible.
"You don't look fine." Yellowstone squinted at them in thought as Zion plopped happily onto the couch, Pup jumping up to curl in her lap.
"We were just, um..." Eve started, panicking as she scrambled for a way to finish her sentence.
"Yelling at each other." Yosemite said coolly, not an inch of the flustered girl from moments ago evident as she regained her composure.
"Y-Yeah." Eve gulped, pushing the sound of the girl's moans to the back of her mind. "Yelling."
"Figures." Yellowstone shrugged, joining Zion on the couch. "And here I thought you guys could talk things out."
Eve and Yosemite shared a knowing smile before the latter left the makeshift bedroom to sit at her usual place at the table.
The rest of the day went on as any other, Yosemite going through her research, Zion entertaining herself with Pup and the occasional coloring book, and Yellowstone zipping in and out of the cabin to search for ingredients and plan their next meals.
But to Eve, nothing was normal anymore. She couldn't get her mind off of the girl sitting just on the opposite side of the room, and the coy smirks sent her way when they locked eyes did nothing to still her heart.
When night rolled around, instead of pulling the curtain all the way across to give her maximum privacy, she left it slightly ajar. Once she heard the fiery snores from Yellowstone, she slid down the bed to poke her head through the opening, beckoning Yosemite from the couch.
She slid through the opening in the curtains and pulled them completely shut before crawling into bed next to Eve. She turned to face the taller girl, looking up to smile at her. "Hi," she whispered.
Wow Eve, how sexy. She mentally facepalmed. She couldn't help herself from feeling so uncharacteristically giddy.
Yosemite seemed to match her energy, greeting her with a similar expression. Sneaking around like that must have spurred a reckless kind of excitement in both of them.
Eve ran a hand through her dark locks of hair, the blue tint barely visible in the blackness of night. She gazed at her with a softness in her eyes that had been hidden away for years, locked away in the back of her consciousness to prevent herself from getting hurt. Her eyes traced down to her lips, a question flickering in them as she met her gaze once more.
Yosemite nodded and their mouths met once more, joined in a unison unlike anything they had felt before. This kiss wasn't as pressing as their previous one had been. Not lustful. Not demanding. Just present. It was soft, gentle, a tender caress in contrast to a firm hug.
Yet it still made Eve's heart threaten to burst out of her chest.
They broke apart after a moment, breathless. Yosemite looked at her with such fondness that she wondered if all the arguments and heated debates they had had in the past were a figment of her imagination.
She studied all the little details of Yosemite's face: the small wrinkle in her brow, the eyes that seemed to sparkle as they gazed at her affectionately, the small shiny pebbles that scattered across her flushed cheeks and button nose, those pink lips that, parted slightly, seemed to invite her in. She never realized how gorgeous she truly was.
Eve reached a hand up to sweep the girl's bangs aside, planting a delicate kiss on her forehead. Her lips lingered there for a moment before whispering what she hadn't been able to say earlier—"I love you."
Yosemite's eyes flashed open for a moment in surprise before slowly closing as a warm smile spread across her face. "I love you too, Eve."
Eve's heart skipped a beat at the words that the girl had whispered to her so effortlessly. She allowed the joy and warmth from them to fill her completely, pushing away all the negative thoughts and feelings she had surrounded herself with for so long. She forced herself to be in the moment. And it was an amazing moment.
She shuffled closer to Yosemite, wrapping her arms around her and allowing her to curl up against her as she hugged her close. The girl buried her face in her chest, letting out a blissful sigh as Eve ran her fingers through her hair. She could get used to this.
It was like this, snuggled next to each other on the bed with the warmth of their bodies pressed together, that they both drifted off to sleep.
Of course, it can only be expected that there was quite a ruckus when Yellowstone found them intertwined like this the next morning. But we won't get into that.