*Lena*
I would live in this moment forever.
Moonlight dripped through the living room windows, mingling with the faded amber reflection of the streetlights. Xander was shirtless, his muscles taut and glistening with sweat as he stepped away from me.
This was it. I felt it in my bones. Every touch, every kiss, every uttered word felt like the last as he whispered my name against my skin. He didn’t say Lena. He said Selene, the sound of it like music as he trailed kisses down my neck and shoulder.
He knew the truth now, but I don’t think he understood my internal battle. It wasn’t like I was debating jumping headfirst into love; what I felt was true, fated love.
He’d be gone by my twenty-first birthday. That much I knew. I didn’t know where, but he’d be gone, and I’d be left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart.
