Beginning and End

Draco’s chest flooded with pride. Even in a pit of snakes, she refused to be anyone but herself. Gods, did he love her for it.

Love could literally make magic; what a marvelous and unexpected thing. Sentimental, too. He’d been accused of that once.

When he spun her, he realized the storm in his chest had strengthened to a hurricane. And it had a name: hers.

Moments were only moments for just as long. After that, he had no control.

If he could, he’d steal several lifetimes for himself, too. Eternities.

“That’s—that’s a very long time.”

“As long as you’ll have me.”

“The rest of my life, hopefully.”

“I’d dare say I’m beholden to you, indentured, a servant to your every whim so long as you will have me.”

he could feel the heat radiating off of her skin, the warmth of a star just for him.