I remember that this was off-limits the last time we cast. I swear and grab the end, ready to undo the knot and free him. “Wait,” Olbric says. This close, I can feel his breath against my neck. “It’s alright.” I meet his eye as I drop the act. “You’re sure?” Olbric trusted me with collaring him. It makes my chest ache to think I’m fucking it up with bad memories. But then he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose. “I’m sure.” I look at him, and the trust I see there makes my breath catch. Realization hits me like a brick. Olbric’s okay with it because it’s with me.
