ZARA:
The morning shinned brightly across the pack, sunlight spilling through the thin layers that covers my windows and fabric that wrapped across my skin like a prayer. For a moment, I didn't make. My body still remembered— the warmth of him, the weight of his hands, the rough tenderness that had both undone and remade me.
Maximus.
The name itself was enough to make my chest ache. I pressed my hand against my skin, expecting to maybe still feel the escasy of his touch. My cheeks flushed before I could stop them. It wasn't just the memory, it was everything that followed. We talked like lovers, equals. He held me. And everything that followed. The silence, the goodbye and the uncertainty.
He hadn't marked me, A part of me was grateful. But a huge part wondered if that meant he doe
