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He’d never felt anything so soft. Nothing so good.
Her lips.
Her body against his.
Bless the stars…it had felt like an out-of-body experience—as if he hadn’t been there anymore and he was watching himself from afar.
With her against him, it felt as if he was drowning, as if he couldn’t breathe—for he had stopped breathing. He’d been afraid to even exhale lest he break the magic of the moment.
She was beautiful.
Perfect.
And she’d felt so phekking good.
His life-organ thumped in his chest and Ka’Cit had to swallow hard. He inhaled deeply, his lungs filling up with air as if he had indeed been drowning and just broke the surface of the water.
Raxu…
He didn’t know what was happening, he only knew that it scared the phek out of him.
There was like a supercharged magnet that was pulling him toward her, even when he knew he should turn the other way.
He was weak.
Because no matter if he tried to ignore it, it would always be there.
His curse.
Taunting him every time he looked in the mirror.
For both their sakes, he should take her home. He should stop this now before it got further because spending more time around her would only make the inevitable harder.
But could he?
Could he really do it?
No.
Not yet.
Just a few more moments in her presence before he had to say goodbye.
“I’ll take you with me, but on one condition.”
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“What’s your condition?”
Ka’Cit dropped into the other seat and when she looked his way, she realized he’d put on his mask again.
His face was once again shielded from the world.
“If I tell you to run, you have to run. If I tell you to hide, you must hide.” His green eyes met hers through the slit in his mask and they bored into her soul. “Don’t turn back, don’t worry about me, just go.”
There was a lump that formed in her throat.
She knew what he was saying, that if something should happen to him, she should leave him there.