A flurry of butterflies filled my stomach when he deepened the kiss, and moments later we were entwined together on the loveseat, losing ourselves in one another. Our meeting seemed fated. I wasn’t sure I’d have survived Ard na Mara without Noah, and maybe he wouldn’t have survived it without me.
I no longer believed in curses, but I did believe that to live was to suffer. However, it was the sweet, heart fluttering moments like this, and the exhilaratingly exciting ones scattered in between, that made all the darkness, all the pain and the anguish worth it. Every adventure consisted of up and downs, peaks and troughs, but with my heart and his together, we’d not only survive.
We would flourish.
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