The beginning of a laugh tried to work its way up my throat, but I stopped it before it could fully form. Anything involving Raiden was a slippery slope. Laughing. Smelling the musk of his skin. His goofy, endearing personality. Finally claiming his lips like I’d done so many times in my dreams. What stopped me? Why did I keep my distance and fight this connection? Fear of the unknown, mostly. I’d never felt this way before about anyone.
