Tempest felt like a fool.
The biggest fool of them all.
She spent so long fighting against what she felt for Dron.
If she had known that it could feel this good, this right, she'd have jumped him days ago.
She never thought she could ever feel this connected, this whole with anyone.
Or this damn euphoric.
She'd already had at least three; she truly lost count. It felt like the time was at a standstill. The outside world didn't mean anything to her at that moment. All she cared about was Dron and how they felt together.
"Dron…" She wanted to say more. Wanted to tell him just how perfect he was making her feel. She could get the words out of her mouth. She didn't need to. Dron seemed to know what she wanted to say.
He looked down at her for a moment. His mask of something desperate and awestruck. He leaned forward to kiss her lips, her cheeks, and her neck.
Tempest loved every swipe of his hand.
