Page 126 of Zayrik
One choice.
One moment when everything aligned.
I moved.
Not just with body, but with soul.
One breath, we were apart.
The next, I had her.
Where she belonged.
Where she’d always belonged.
Pressed against me, against the wall, against everything that had ever tried to keep us apart.
Her hands fisted in my shirt, dragging me closer. Like she needed this.
Through our bond, I felt her, and everything we could be together.
I didn’t think.
Didn’t hold back.
I kissed her deep and slow, deliberate, like I had all the time in the universe to prove this wasn’t just fire.
This was fate.
Choice.
This was us.
She melted into me, gasping softly, her body molding against mine, her walls shattering piece by piece.
Through our bond, I felt every defense fall.
Felt her finally let herself believe in something permanent.
I slid my hands over her sides, up her back, feeling her, grounding her.
Memorizing every curve, every breath, every moment she chose to stay.
She wasn’t running.
Wasn’t hiding.
Wasn’t planning her escape.
She was letting me in.
Letting us become real.
Her breath hitched against my lips.
Through our connection, I felt her wonder.
Her surprise at finding home in the middle of chaos.
