He kissed me, and what I thought would melt me to my bones finally gave way to relief. The burning cooled, but the threat of what this god could do to me remained. He wanted me to know how vulnerable I was, like Hyacinth, who’d died from one unfortunate strike to his skull. “I barely got to know the bliss of his love before I lost him. Keep going,” he whispered hot at my ear. I’d nearly forgotten that I was meant to lead. With the fire between us less scorching, I clung to him as he held onto me. I ran my hands up and down his chest, around to his backside and down over his cheeks, between his
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