Past is dead, Luna was repeating to herself, she should have let go of all the distracting emotions and focus on herself and this man only, the man who touched her skin; smiled for her, saved her life, and emerged to her life as a hero that he wasn't. This beast was the beautiful thing she had ever had and wouldn't let him go. Not now that her soul touched his.
His touch was warm and intoxicated her, she craved it as she was lost in the dark abyss of his impatience. His tolerance was wiggling at a thin edge and she couldn't stop him when it was exactly related to his life. Her heart won her logic and brain, her rules and limits.
