Moonshine

And then it was Darker than the Dungeon

Who would have thought you'd find someone with whom you could share everything—and nothing—all at once?

In those flickering lights, hidden in that forbidden place, they remained. The rain sang its rhythm around them, each drop echoing their silence. She listened.

Watched his chest rise and fall when she denied him that first kiss.

"You're not obligated to..."

She wasn't, but she did. Damn him and his manners.

Savoring the moment of restraint, knowing that the pull between them was already unbearable.

Talking for hours became more intimate than any touch could have been, their words stripping away more than skin ever could. But then—she gave in. She leaned forward and took what had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. That kiss. She surrendered everything she had guarded, giving it freely, willingly, to this stranger who now felt anything but strange.

Watched his chest rise and fall when she gave in to that first kiss.

The map of the United States? It should have been dull, but not to them. They poured over it, tracing borders, tracing lines—finding excuses to linger. Maps, once boring, became a new obsession, though not as captivating as the way they stole glances at one another. At least for her, nothing compared to him.

Walking back, she pulled him closer, a fierce hunger in the way she pressed her lips to his. Their hands tangled together, shaking, trembling, but not in greeting. Oh no. They shook hands and tongues, the heat of it rushing through her veins. That scruff, that delicious roughness, grazed her skin, igniting her nerve endings in a way she had never felt before.

Even when she crawled into bed later, the stinging sensation lingered, a phantom of his touch reminding her of every maddening second.

It was already unforgettable. Already burned into her skin, her memory, her desire.