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“One never truly grows up, simply becomes more experienced at being who they are."
“Except we can see their stones.” Maia looked at me for a second, eyes wide, the silver moon reflecting in them. “Don’t be silly. We’re not Elysean.” I blinked. Blinked again.
The way words on a page can transport us to different worlds and realities. The way shapes and colors on a canvas can breathe life into us. The way a melody can make us feel more than any event we’ve ever gone through.” He raised his hand again with a grin, and darkness burst into a small explosion right over his palm. “Magic,” he whispered dramatically.
“I don’t want to just be your first,” he whispered, raising his hands to my face. “I want to be your only.”
And because I knew exactly what was coming, what he felt like, how he touched me, I almost came just by the friction alone.
It had only been two nights and look what I’d become—a rabid dog desperate for him. He’d known exactly how to unlock my appetite because, until him, I’d been sure I wasn’t a very sexual person. Turns out, I was dead wrong because I could do this with him all day, every single day.
I was strong, wasn’t I? I’d had a tough life, and what did Miss Aldentach always say to that? What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, child—never mind that I didn’t want to be stronger. Never mind that I hadn’t chosen a tough life or to be strong in the face of it. Never mind that I’d just wanted an easy life for once, a boring life.
like a snowflake falling in the middle of summer, demanding the attention of an entire world.
