ZURI

Adrian hesitated at the edge of the moss bed, water still dripping from his skin, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts. He looked almost… terrified. I reached up and touched his cheek, softening the tremor in his jaw. The bond between us seemed to spike even further than I thought possible. 

“Adrian,” I whispered, “I’m not afraid. You don’t have to be either.”

I tugged lightly on his arm, and he lowered himself over me. His body was warm and ...