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She was right, night was for drea—and for now he could dream she was utterly his and wanted him wholly for himself and that is how the world would always be His Leila

‘Leila’

Leila

That single word pushed back the pleasant war between their bodies She’d been sleepily revelling in the perfect fit of her body against his, the velvet-soft skin over hard surfaces But that word shook her and she didn’t knohy She raised herself on her elbow to try to make out his features in the darkness He’d unplaited her hair and it flowed over her shoulder on to his chest like a pool of dark blood She tried to push it back, but his hand tangled in it, holding her there

‘I like it onin you’

‘That doesn’t sound good’

‘It’s heaven’

It looked like Edge, and sounded and felt and se Even in the stuttering of the embers she could still make out his expression—he was always different when they made love, but this was different still He looked with her hair and his eyes with her face,over it as if he’d seen her for the first time

‘Edge, have you been drinking?’

He shook his head

‘Thinking’

‘About?’

‘Leila’

Oh So that hat inspiration looked like He was probably far away and anyfor pen and paper A sh of disappointment escaped her before she could call it back

‘You alere a fierce little warrior’ His fingers were as soft as the words as they skimmed her lower lip ‘God, what a fool I am’

‘You’re not a fool,’ she said instinctively, a little crossly, because she didn’t quite understand what he hter