And maybe it had.
Because looking back now?
Ingrid had never looked at me the way Amrin did.
Never listened to me the way Amrin did.
Never made my chest ache with this unbearable softness every time she smiled.
My Luna was entirely different.
Soft curves wrapped in oversized sweaters.
Pale moonbeam eyes too honest for this world.
A dreamy mind forever wandering somewhere beautiful and strange.
She was sweetness and warmth and hidden loneliness wrapped together into one devastating little Witch.
And she was mine.
The realization settled deeper every night.
I looked up toward her dormitory window just in time to see movement behind the curtains.
Amrin.
Warm satisfaction spread instantly through my chest.
She looked outside for a second.
Looking for me perhaps.
And the thought nearly made me feral with pleasure.
Our kiss had affected her too.
Not just me.
Not just my unstable celestial heart.
Her.
The knowledge soothed something violent and starving inside me.
I wanted her.
Gods, I wanted her with terrifying intensity.
Not just sexually.
Though fuck, there was certainly that.
I wanted her near me constantly.
Wanted her laughter in my rooms.
Wanted her hands on my clothes and her scent in my bed and her sleepy voice greeting me in the mornings.
