ceiling. Dorian, as spent as she, didn’t bother
to try to speak.
What was left to be said anyway?
She’d laid out what she wanted. Had
spoken as much of the truth as she dared
voice.
In its wake, a sated sort of clarity shone.
Such as she had not felt in a long, long time.
His sapphire eyes lingered on her face, and
Manon turned toward him. Slowly removed
her crown of stars and set it aside.
Then she drew up the blankets around them
both.
He didn’t so much as flinch as she scooted
closer, into the solid muscle of his body.
No, Dorian only draped an arm over her,
and pulled her tightly against him.
Manon was still listening to his breathing
when she fell asleep, warm in his arms.
lily
(lily)
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