Thalor's breath hitched into a ragged gasp as I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
For a month, he had been a pillar of restraint, a silent worker in the sun, but now the dam was breaking. He held me with a possessive, trembling strength.
This wasn't our first kiss, but it felt so much different from the previous time, when he mouth-fed me his water.
This time, his tongue did not relent from tasting every corner of my mouth, leaving his taste, and clinging to mine.
When I leaned back to look into his blown-out violet eyes, I felt, 'Finally, I'm crossing the bridge.'
The bridge that I decided to ignore all this time. It didn't feel as bad as I thought it was.
I had thought I would be drowned with too much guilt when I finally accepted Thalor, since there is a hollow in my heart. A hollow that is currently missing Damar with every passing second.
But the guilt wasn't there… Ah, not yet.
Just as I was about to lean in again, I caught a figure at the corner of my vision.
