Luna swallowed every drop, the salt of him like the reminder of an ocean that she had longed for.
“Make love to me,” she begged, reaching out for him, hating that distance even though it was barely anything. Still it was too much. After all this time wasted, every moment that Luna wasn’t in Will’s arms was torment, and she wanted only for them to finally be one again, to feel the euphoria that she knew only he could provide now.