Bride of the Sea-King Alpha
He tastes like black coffee, his favorite beverage that he holds in the other hand, but the bitter dark roast can’t hide the sweetness of his kisses, like wildflower honey.
“I take it you’re on a study break.” He nods toward the deck behind us, where my lounge chair sits empty. On the table beside it is the book I’m reading, one that was given to me from the High Priestess Silanya back in Winter Realm, which I’ve closed using an embroidered handkerchief as a bookmark.
“It’s not quite bright enough out to read yet,” I explain, though the sky is quickly warming, fading away the magic of the sunrise.
“I’ve always liked the sunrises, too,” he admits.
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