t night, but Charlie could

He could smell her in the sheets, taste her name on his lips. It wasn't

ows like moonlight wrapped in silk. Her cloak hit the floor as thei

his wasn't soft or tender. This was need. Raw. Reckless. Her fingers tore at his shirt as he

ce low, gasping between kisses

essing his forehead to hers.

whispered. "Before

in every line of her body like poetry written in moonlight. And when they came together, it was more than

like a spell, her nails dragging down his

ed. The worl

times before. And maybe they had. Maybe fate had always l

against him, chest rising and falling in rhythm wi

ome for us

hat held galaxies and ruin. "T