The Burning Shadow

“No, you’re the Burning Shadow and he’s the Darkest Star, and together, you will bring about the brightest night.”

The laugh burst out of me before I could stop it, and it felt good to laugh, and it felt even better when he silenced that laugh with another kiss.

“Now, you can give me a better good morning kiss than that,” he teased, and this time, I did.

“Everything has changed. I guess it has been a continuous stream of things changing.”
“It has been.” His thumb moved over my knee. “It’s been a lot.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay.” One sleepy eye opened. “I could never complain about being woken up like this, by you.”
A sweet swelling motion filled my chest. “Hearing you say that makes me want to kiss you.”
Luc turned his head to me then as his hand on my side slid up my back, tangling in the mess of my hair. “That’s an even better way to wake up, so what’s stopping you?”

“How are you processing everything?”

“You are magnificent,” Zoe told her.
Dee laughed. “I do try.”

Every part of me shorted out.

“Do you have any idea how much you undo me?”
My chest squeezed and then swelled. “How … how do I … undo you?”
The tips of his fingers trailed over the crease between my thigh and hip, causing my breath to hitch. “In every single way.” The air caught in my throat for a whole different reason now.

The kiss took my breath and then my soul. The fierceness shattered me and it pieced me back together.