Dont Tell (On long term hold)

Those warm golden eyes looked into me, rendering my heavily guarded walls useless, peering straight into my soul. They saw my broken heart and scarred being so easily despite my wishes. I was an open book written in a language that only the two of us knew, while he remained cold and merely an observer, not sharing anything about himself. My hand reached out brushing through the thick black fur on his neck. The wolf didn't so much as flinch at my touch, his eyes not willing to leave mine. Never before has he let me touch him. Over the seven months we have been watching each other this is the closest we've ever been, before we only watched from a distance but today was different.