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The irrational, irrational emotions. Like… Jealousy? After a handful of hours? What?
I raised an arm to the Gryfala, inviting her. Exhausted, she began to lower herself at my side instead. On the cold, hard floor? “No, you’re not,” I ordered as I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her on top of me, ignoring her squeak.
Arokh leaned forward. And carefully planted his lips over mine.
I’d be lucky if they didn’t literally kick me out of their ship’s cargo bay. While crossing deep space.
“I beg you.” Arokh did something that shocked me—disturbed me—he dropped to one knee and lowered that great big rack of horns. “Please do not separate me from you.”
“I have given up everything for you—and you don’t think that I want you.”
“I was yours the moment you fawned over my ceremonial blanket. I’ve made mistakes because I am ignorant about your kind, but I won’t give up trying, and there is nothing I want more than I want you. Do you still want me?” What a big idiot. “Yes! Yes, Arokh. I want you too,” I breathed

