Chapter Fifty Nine

I watched the stars; they seemed strangely more beautiful today. Set laid beside me.

"I appologize"

"What exactly do you have a lot to apologize for?"

"List them"

"For coming late."

"Sorry for that."

"For telling me I meant nothing to you,"

"Sorry again"

"For making me feel so damn good," I said, and he only chuckled, drawing me closer into his arms. I kissed him, and he kissed me back with equal hunger. "Keep those hands to yourself; I am very much spent."

"Are you sure?" he asked, his hands rubbing on my supposedly swollen clit, and of course the traitorous body part came back to life. Set could easily read me; he knew what I felt. "But I would never force you," he said, withdrawing his hand and leaving me wanting more.

"Sometimes I wish I had fangs, so I would sink them into you."

"My fangs aren't the only thing I want sinking into you... also my di-."

"Pervert" I say cutting him off.

"But you love me, don't you?"

"Maybe," I said, rising, but his hands around me brought me down.

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