The realization almost made me laugh.
Too soon, we reached the graduate dormitories.
I slowed automatically.
Truth was I didn’t want this to end.
Warm light spilled from the gothic windows lining the old stone building while students moved through the hallways inside, several pausing openly when they spotted us approaching together.
And okay.
Maybe I stood a little taller beside him.
Maybe I liked the looks.
Sue me.
Because Sten beside me looked less like a student and more like some terrifyingly gorgeous dark prince escorting his chosen companion home.
Huge body.
Horns glinting faintly beneath moonlight.
Tail swaying lazily behind him.
All dangerous celestial beauty wrapped in black clothes and shadows.
And he was holding my hand.
Mine.
I wished suddenly that I was still wearing his shirt.
Not just because it smelled like him.
Because I wanted something of his with me when we were apart.
Something selfish and possessive twisted low in my stomach at the thought.
“What?” Sten asked quietly.
I blinked.
“Nothing.”
“You’re a terrible liar, Luna.”
Gods.
The smug amusement in his voice made heat flare straight between my thighs.
By the time we reached my door, my pulse was racing again.
Too fast.
Too hard.
Like my body already recognized leaving him as a mistake.
