Estrella
Anwen dives at me, the ribbon tying us together tugging at my skin, and I lean closer rather than away. Our mouths crash together. Those beautiful rings scrape lightly against each other. My emotions threaten to overflow yet again, a cup being filled over and over again. When he first described this wedding, I thought it sounded lovely. I had no idea how truly, totally spectacular it would be. Just us, alone under the Goddess’s eye.
He licks along the seam of my lips, and I open for him. With my free hand, I begin fumbling at the folds of my dress, the folds of the tunic and pants he wore in proper Sundrop style. There is no rush—we have years upon years of falling into the same bed or escaping the palace to return to this place ahead of us. But the idea of being separated from
