Chapter 43: Arcturus

She tasted like everything beautiful in the world, a rose that had just bloomed in the spring.

Her lips were soft, wonderful as they were pressed up against his. She fit like a glove against him, holding her close with a hand tangled in her hair and an arm pressed against her back. His mouth parted to meet hers, and nothing else mattered. Damned to anything else.

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He never wanted to let her go. No matter what happened, no matter what they had to face afterwards, he never wanted to let go.

She was his stardust, igniting him like a fire in the starless sky.