Cutting the Braid

by Jett Masterson

He wanted to run his braids over the alpha’s neck and let his hair trap the smell of pine and sage so that later in bed he would still be surrounded by it.

He would map the constellations on Valentyne’s body until they were each memorized and stored within his mind.

‘I hope that he touches you with gentle hands and looks at you as if you put the very stars in the sky.’

I will love you until the stars burn out and the seas dry up, and then I will keep loving you. Today, and for the rest of my life, I am yours.”