Hoshor Plains [m] the tortured poets department

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She moved against him, and he found himself following after her, seeking the warmth and heat. Icy gaze drawn to her, but nothing but fire rest within them, and as she invited him to further his explorations, it was exactly what he did.

This was, after all, exactly what the other loved ones in his life did—simply gave in to their urges, repercussions be damned, was it not?

Perhaps a white lie in his mind for now, but while this beautiful stranger lured him closer, he would pull her tightly to him when the moment came, giving them both this stolen moment… And then another, and another, until the warmth of the sun drifted away to night.