Maybe Ronin, too.
“Sinners and saints,” I said under my breath.
“Hmn?”
Lifting my head, I tucked my hair behind my ear. “Nothing. We should get going, it's getting late and—”
His lips captured mine, his weight holding me against the bike's handles. They cut into my spine, but I didn't even feel them. How could I, with so much pleasure in front of me?
Thumbing my lower lip, he looked me in the eyes. The flecks of green that hummed in his, like emeralds in raw honey, called to me. “You're right,” he said. “It is perfect. I couldn't want anything more. And I never will.”
The welling inside of me grew on and on. I wondered if my heart would take up every crevice until I was nothing but the glowing, hot sensation that this man had created in me. Things that flared as hot as us, were we even allowed to exist?
Wasn't this how stars burned out?
I didn't care. If we were destined to explode in a black hole of fire and love, taking the whole world with us, then so be it. I'd shown I was willing to fight for what we had, and Connor?
He'd been fighting his whole life.
Like comets, it was possible we'd crash into this world and leave it in ruin. The future was unknown, the edge of it not even a glimmer on the horizon. But even if it came to that, testing our strength against the ever crushing destruction that life had in store...
I was in love with Connor.
And it was for the best.
THE END