*Nathan*
She had enjoyed the reading material I had secreted away in my room. Standing at the window in the library, sipping scotch, I smile with the realization that Josie, Luna of Greyfur, isn’t quite as prim and proper as she appears.
Her eyes darkened with longing when I took the strawberry jam from the corner of her mouth to my tongue, and while I know it's impossible, I could swear it was a much sweeter taste having been against her skin.
Since she married my brother, I have been as off-putting and obnoxious as possible, wanting to distance myself from her so I was not tempted to do something I shouldn’t. Not that I think she would ever dishonor her vows, but seeing desire mirrored in her eyes today feels like a sharp lance piercing the center of my chest.
I want that desire to
