Seris:
She didn’t know what she did to me.
What a single touch from her had unraveled within me.
She didn't know how every inch of my skin beneath her fingertips sang with the agony of my restraint, didn't feel how the pulse of her magic brushing mine had become the only sound I could hear, the only thing anchoring me to this moment instead of the void I had lived in for centuries.
“Say it again,” I begged silently. “Say it again, tell me I’m yours.” But I didn’t speak that wish into existence.
No, my lips stayed still, parted only by the breath I could barely take.
My body, steel forged for war, lay motionless, pretending to sleep while every nerve lit like lightning beneath her hands. I was a live wire, burning from the inside out, and she—gods, she—was the one thing I would alway
