Page 61 of Be My Compass

It doesn’t hurt.

Maybe a little.

But not enough to make me stop touching her.

Stop kissing her.

Passion unfurls. Bubbles over. Cries out.

None of this makes sense.

The crashing, roaring lust.

The crazed need.

The reckless abandon.

It doesn’t.

But it doesn’t have to.

Not here where oceans have no end and eternity has a time limit.

There’s just me and Kae.

Her lips on mine. My hands on her body. Her fingers in my hair.

There’s just her smell.

Her taste.

Her little whimper.

Have I ever heard a whimper I loved as much?

Her body is magic.

And I’m under the spell.

Until the phone rings.

The spell breaks.

The carriage is a pumpkin.

The horses are mice.

But she’s still Cinderella.

She’s still the most beautiful woman in the land.

And I’m…

What am I?

An ugly stepson.

A shuddering breath racks through me as she eases back. Puts a hand to her pocket. To her hip. A part of her body that had been pressed against mine. Rubbing on top of me.

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