Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

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Then stay with me…

As in a dream her eyes close, responding to his ardent kisses, carrying away with shared persuasions, pushing urgently into him. She feels the vibration of his words against her neck.

Sunflower.

She shivers and presses her tongue to his lips. It’s the closest she’s ever been to anyone before. It’s not close enough…

He does not want this. Not truly. The knowledge lingers there amid her ache for more of him. It dissipates with each caress, yet she cannot ignore it. What does she want? It is not put into words. Most of it looks like Fig, the rest seems so inconsequential now.

But she does not want to be his regret.

“Fig,” She moans and parts from him, abandoning the blaze of his touch. Unable to even lift her head, knowing one look is all it will take to reignite what’s between them. “You should go.”

Neither can wager what will happen if he stays.