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GRAYSON
AGE SEVENTEEN
Pine trees tower above me. Soft breezes rustle my hair. Beams of moonlight peep through the canopy of branches. I stroll beside Dex, my hand resting on his forearm.
We’re a man and woman, walking along… something that happens every second of every minute of every hour of every day. It shouldn’t be a big deal.
To me, it is.
I’ve never touched a man before—not even the Prism Master—let alone someone like Dex. My insides are doing flip flops. Dex’s leather armor is so soft and firm. I can’t help but wonder if that’s how his skin would feel as well. And what would kissing him be like? I shiver. That’s way too much to consider. A voice starts echoing through my mind. It sounds a lot like Lady R.
How pathetic. You’re sooooo excited walk beside a man. Even from a di
