SIGRID

I leaned back against him as he lowered his hands and adjusted my skirt to cover my legs from the cold.

Then he started rubbing my arms to warm me up.

My eyes drifted to the huge full moon in the sky—I had so many questions about him. He was so complex and unique.

It felt like his darkness was absorbing me, calling to me, and each time, I could resist it less.

“Did you manage to prove I wasn’t lying?” Of all the questions teetering on the tip of my tongue, that was the nonsense I blurted