Cyra
Yorick kisses me the way I’ve always wanted to be kissed, like he’s a drowning man and I’m the air that he needs to breathe to survive. Even his gentle kiss is dominant, demanding that I give in to him. And how can I not? He’s perfect. He’s so incredibly perfect for me.
“You know this is a terrible idea, right?” I ask when he pulls back, leaning his forehead against mine again.
“Not nearly as terrible as you rejecting me and leaving me. I’ll think of something, Cyra. The Moon Goddess gifted you to me and I intend to accept that gift,” he says.
I chuckle and pull back.
“So, where’s your room?” I ask him.
“Right next door to yours,” he says, waggling his eyebrows at me and making me laugh.
I wipe away my tears and finally look around my room. “This isn’t terrible,” I say.
“Belie
