The Edge of PeaceSaxaThe cold shouldn’t feel this far away.Eirik turns his head aside for one heartbeat, respectful, then lies back in the snow as if he refuses to let shame dictate the terms of this moment. It makes something in my chest loosen.The snow bites, my skin puckers. Every nerves feels awake, alive—and somehow, being here like this doesn’t feel exposed in the wrong way. It feels like the truth.We breathe together, steam, silence, the ache in my bones softens.His head turns toward me. “Still okay?” he whispers, voice quieter than the wind.“Yeah.” I swallow. “You?”He nods, but there’s more behind it–something cautious, hungry, held back by teeth.I roll on my side toward him, he rolls too.The world narrows.We kiss. Not soft this time, not tentative. The warmth rushes in so fast it’s dizzying—his mouth firm, deliberate, full of all the things he’s tried not to say out loud. I gasp into it, my fingers sliding up his shoulder, into his dark hair, clutching because I su
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