The soft, steady touch of fingertips across the runes on the back of my thigh turns me on, and my magic starts to wake up alongside me. There must be something with these guys touching my runes, I ponder sleepily. That’d be the only thing that would explain the magical current and heat I suddenly feel building in my chest. It happens every time I’m intimate with these guys, and the only overlap is them touching or kissing my runes.
