Forever Moore

by Riley Hart

Everything about him was soft where Orien was rough.

“Touching you is like magic. It makes me feel things I have never felt…this whirlwind in my chest that I cannot control, nor do I want to. It is wild, untamed, freeing.”

When you say the words, I feel like if I’m not careful, I could float away.”

“Right now, I only dream of you.” “And I am yours, body and soul.” Even when Ansil would be gone, Orien would belong to him. His little lord owned him.