[o] bad luck never lost a race

SOHALIA

and there we are again when nobody had to know

Sohalia arched willingly into her fellow Attuned, feeling his hand slip beneath her shirt to rest at the small of her back. The heat between them had grown electric, and she wondered, briefly, what it would feel like to feel Ace's touch everywhere. Somehow, she didn't think she'd have to wait long to find out.

As he leaned her back against the soft, mossy stone, she had a flash of doubt. Ace was clearly more experienced than she; she was suddenly self-conscious, feeling small and silly and out of her depth. But so, too, did she want more. And the tiny, mutinous voice in the back of her mind telling her that this was a terrible idea was quickly and quietly snuffed out.

Ace kissed down her jaw, and she tilted her head to allow him better access to her earlobe, drawing a soft, breathy gasp from her lips. With one hand, she traced a line down his neck, slipping beneath his shirt, to reach a hand down his back in an effort to tug him closer still. Was her touch driving him higher, just as his was to her? Or was she the only one of the two of them growing more desperate with desire?

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