12. Briss

Would she have even believed I only asked for my Fate in order for her to see that I am a decent man? It was meant to prove to her I am more than the idiot who grabbed her, kissed her, promising just one night.

I’ve found this strange, surprising happiness and then gone and blowtorched it with my own foolish stupidity. We had something. Sat together, my hands on her perfect slinky body, drowning in those grey eyes. Why did I have to ask? Why couldn’t I trust my own feelings?

I don’t even care about my future. Well, it would be good to know I don’t die in the war, obviously. What I was hoping, in a stupid, foolish plan was that maybe she might see us together. I imagine she’s terrified of how strong the sensations between us are. I am too.

I could barely breathe when she stripped off my shirt in front of me. I had to either kiss her or have a heart attack. Same when she reappeared this morning.

Another few seconds and she’d have seen me drop to my knees. All the strength was fleeing m