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They never expected me to have romantic notions, because I’ve never shown any. Little do they know; logic and duty aren’t the reason I won’t ever find my match. They’re the reason I already lost her.
Does she ever go anywhere for fun? Does she have someone to tell her how beautiful she looks in the sunshine? Or kiss her until she can’t breathe?
She inhales sharply as our palms meet. I understand why when an answering snap of electricity thunders through my veins. Crackling up my arm, right down to the quiet corner where my heart sits. Covered in ivy.
Her crystalline gaze drops to the tattoo branded there, the image I got to remind me of her. A perfect anatomical rendering of my heart, wrapped in delicate vines of ivy. Our omega gasps. Her burned scent starts to brighten. “A-ash…” I purr without effort, bending to rub my forehead against hers. “If you’re the same girl I knew,” I murmur, “then you are the one I’ve loved and missed every damn day since I made the mistake of letting you go. And that makes you my queen.”
“I told myself I wouldn’t kiss you until you forgave me.” She swallows, her scent turning saltier. Until I sigh, drawing her lips into mine. “I think I lied.”
I silence her stammers with a soft kiss, settling into a more comfortable position and turning back up to the constellations spread above us. “This way, you always have a star handy. I figured my girl deserves as many wishes as she can make.”
