CAELIN POV
Fire.
That was all I could feel.
Fire in my veins. Fire under my skin. Fire where her body pressed against my shoulder, laughing, breathless, alive, mine because she had said it.
Because my Firefly had looked at me under the willow trees, with sunlight in her hair and that wicked mouth swollen from my kisses, and chosen me.
ME. Not Fluffy.
Green light.
She had given me the green light.
And I was not going to waste a single second of it.
I was not a saint.
Never had been.
Would never pretend otherwise.
Not with her over my shoulder, one hand gripping the back of my shirt, laughing like I had ruined her dignity and improved her morning at the exact same time. Not with her ass right there, warm under my forearm, her legs kicking once when I took the back steps too fa
