What a cheese line. Luna loved it, loved everything about how cliche and terrible it was. She could have laughed, but instead she focused very hard on exactly what it meant. He still wanted her, he still thought of her.
βUntil weβre both nothing but ash,β Luna said, leaning up to kiss Will. There was something less desperate that she had expected, the first time her lips met his after so long. The last time they had been here, together in this club, there had been no time for anything but their ravenous need to find completion in each other, to bury the awful things they were both living with.
But tonight, as Lunaβs tongue found Willβs, she made a quiet whimper against his mouth, her hand coming up to cup his cheek.