The Moon's Dark Embrace
A moo snarl thunders in his chest. “We are never nothing, Nyx. Not you and me.”
“Just don’t, Atlas,” I answer, his words cutting through my chest and straight into my heart which is all as well willing to drop for him.
“Fine, but I know that look,” Chart book demands, pulling my chin up so he can see me in the eyes. I don’t thrust absent his touch this time, and I ought to have. “You’re ruminating.”
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