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You’re not meant to be a puppet in some man’s sideshow, Ruby Grace. You’re meant to be his entire world.”
“No, you see me with your soul.” She swallowed, eyes flicking up to mine before they fell back to my mouth. “And I feel you with mine.”
Kissing Ruby Grace wasn’t like kissing a normal girl. It was like kissing royalty, like kissing a goddess, like being hand-picked by the heavens to surrender your heart forever in exchange for just one, tender, earth-shattering moment.
He was just a shadow as he held me, his kisses touching me like a sweet, soft, summer midnight on a tropical island. I didn’t realize how much a kiss could feel like a vacation. I didn’t realize how much a person could feel like home.
This was art. This was Noah, the painter, his hands the brushes, me the canvas. This was me, the muse, feeling every breath of his like the fire that fueled my existence.
My body succumbed to the darkness, my mind following quickly, every part of me slipping into the promising black space around us like it was the open arms of a long-lost friend. If he was a dream, I would sleep, just so I could keep him a little longer. I’d sleep, and maybe — just maybe — I’d wake on a day where I got to keep him forever.
