[o] bad luck never lost a race

SOHALIA

and there we are again when nobody had to know

Sohalia couldn't remember the last time she'd kissed someone, but with Ace's lips pressed to hers and his hand against her neck, she couldn't say that she cared. He kissed her slowly, as though they had all the time in the world, and for the moment, Soh's awareness narrowed to all the places where they touched. She'd always thought that this kind of fire was reserved for someone she loved, but gods if her pulse didn't race and her breath didn't catch at Ace's experienced ministrations.

There was no doubt that she was physically attracted to the other Attuned, and from his many compliments over the course of the night and their shared kiss, she was confident that he was attracted to her, too. And maybe, instead of dancing around each other like moths drawn to a flame, it was okay to just fly into the sun. Maybe she'd like the way it burned.

So, without breaking the kiss, she sat her beer down in the sand and leaned into him, tilting her head just so, enough to deepen the kiss and invite him closer. She still leaned on one hand to keep her balance, but she placed the other on his chest, skimming it lightly up until she could feel her fingers twine into his hair. If you think you know what kind of girl I am, she purred through the Attuned bond, hoping to surprise him with the unexpected tidbit that she was an Attuned, too. Then show me what you think I want.

you kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath