War of Threes
It’s the first time that we’ve touched, except for when I pushed him down on the battlefield, and the sparks flood my body, causing me to inhale sharply.
He sits beside me, my hand still in his. He looks at me with a mixture of love, adoration, and lust. “What was that song?”
“A prayer. A thanksgiving to the Goddess. For my life. For the lives of my packmates. For our victory. And for you.”
Diego leans in, moving his face towards mine. His movements are slow, hesitant. Almost as if he is asking permission. I move towards him, grazing his lips with mine.
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