Spirit of the Ashes: A Nyssara story
Sara gently grabs my arm, "Not yet." I comply and sit back down. She sits up, "Look at me." I do. Her eyes sparkle with something new. Hope? Confusion? Desire? Before I can make any sense of it, she leans forward and kisses me. It is light and gentle. I lean into her and return it. She breaks away from me for a second...