Trees
Kiba reminded her of the trees in the forest, tall and strong.
She liked kissing him.
She liked circling her hands behind his neck, drawing herself up the full length of him, feeling his hands warm at her waist.
When she was kissing Kiba like this in the forest, she clung to him, standing on tiptoe, feet barely touching the ground.
Sometimes, he would lean her back against a tree, and she would be pressed between him and the trunk, the bark rough behind her, Kiba warm in front.
Wondering.
Is this what it felt like to be a dryad?