i stroked his tongue with my own , feeling him respond as we tangled and twisted . he will risk his own life . may be , silver said , petting the fox on the head . `` seven and twelve if memory serves me , miles apart in age . '' `` i want to savor you , savor this moment . '' i kissed the spot where it had fallen . he was tall with jet black hair , sprinkled with gray , and blue eyes . perhaps , one day , i will tell her . 