-LOHE-
My arms pinned hers above her head, legs anchoring her to the muddy ground. Her body writhed beneath mine, but not enough to break free. She turned, those storm-gray eyes locking onto mine.
Memories are liars. They take a moment, an impression, and spin a whole story around it. They can make something mundane turn into a treasure.
And mine? I thought my brain turned Selene into a feverish dream.
In my mind, Selene was beautiful.
She isn’t.
She’s stunning. Porcelain skin framed by long, dark strands. Storm-gray eyes—merciless, magnetic. A sharp nose. Pink, pouty lips I’m dying to taste.
She looked like a deity. Unreal.
"Lohe," she sighed, exasperated.
She never calls me First Prince. Or Verelohe.
As if we were close friends.
"Not happy to see your mate, Selene?" I let th
