Bestie's Alpha Brother
His face crumpled, and he buried it in my lap, his fingers bunching up around my skirt.
Sighing, I stroked his hair gently and leaned back to look up at the stars. It was a clear night, all things considered; cool and comfortable, with a slight breeze, and not a single cloud in the sky. The occasional white or yellow streak made its way across the constellations—an unexpected meteor shower.
I leaned my head back against the chair to look at the shooting stars, marveling at their beauty. In our culture, meteor showers were seen as messages from the Moon Goddess, little reminders of her constant presence.
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