24
Spence
I nuzzle into Cyra’s back, putting my lips to her shoulder as I wrap my arms around her. I like being this close to her, holding her tightly against me, near me. It helps me to not feel as lost, as helpless, she calms me down. Her slightly fiery scent, like warm summer evenings, reminding me of days at the beach where I’d try to burn grass and leaves with a magnifying glass. It reminds me of simpler times, of when things were easier, a stark contrast to the cold and cruel world we live in right now.
Every time I let my mind wander a little bit too far, it returns to the moment that Max told me that he wouldn’t mark me because he wanted to protect me. That he couldn’t mark me if it there was even the slightest possibility that he’d never return to me, to us, that marking me wou
