The Distracted

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Iris. My beautiful Luna.

She was playing me. And I was letting her.

I saw it in the way she moved—slow, deliberate, her fingertips grazing my skin like a whisper, her lips parting just so. She wanted to distract me, to keep me from pressing further, from asking questions she didn't want to answer.

And Goddess help me, it was working.

I knew this was a game, and yet I was drowning in it, willingly letting her pull me under. Because if this was what she wanted—if this was what she needed—then I would happily let myself go.

She surged forward first, her lips crashing against mine, and a low sound rumbled from deep in my chest. I caught her instantly, hands threading through her hair as I took her mouth in return.

Heat coiled deep in my gut, spreading through my veins like wildfire. My hands roamed—hesitant at first, but then… greedy. She was warm, impossibly soft, and the way she sighed into my mouth? It was ruinous.