The second time around and Loras was there for Sab’ika and wanted to make sure she knew he was there for her during a hard time. “This he knew for sure.”
He takes a firmer stance to control himself from collapsing, gripping his hands tighter behind his back and avoiding touching me in response. One side of his lips moves with a sly grin. “Perhaps, ch’acin’t.” A voice snarls in my ear. “The art of conscious loving is your test.”
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