Blind love. Because there were no guarantees. There were only our oaths and our truths. It didn’t matter what either of us had done in the past. Not the scars or the betrayals or the grief. It was only this. Now. So I fell into this man who I’d promised I’d never trust again. A man who was supposed to be my enemy. My lover. My destination. My North Star. Pleasure blossomed in every cell. It shivered and trembled and expanded. It sizzled then blew. Every molecule in my being ruptured. There, beneath the savage loyalty that blazed in his eyes, I broke apart.
