Bast wanted to sink into the embrace. She wanted to keep kissing Hermod. She wanted to drag him down to the warm sand and rub herself all over him in ways that would make them both squirm and pant. She wanted... she wanted...
She wanted him.
In every sense of the word.
She wanted to have sex with him, yes. But she also wanted to hold hands with him and tease him while he blushed. She wanted to sit in the warm sunshine and sing to him, so she could watch his face. She wanted to just lay in bed, comfortable in the covers, listening to him breathe. That's all. Just listening to him breathe. What the hell was that about? Why? Why would she want that?
But she knew. Deep down, Bast already knew. And just like that, it felt like a balloon had burst in her chest, leaking something cold and toxic through her organs. Slowly, gently, she pulled away from Hermod, ending the kiss. And for a long moment, she did nothing but look at his face. His beautiful, sweet, amazing face.
"You're going to leave me," Bast said with soft finality. She knew it in her bones. He'd leave. Almost everybody did. Her own father hadn't even bothered with her. When Hermod left though, he was going to destroy her. Utterly. "You're going to leave me, and it's going to kill me. The more I love you, the more it's going to hurt when you go. Don't do this to me. Please don't make me love you more. Please."