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@ellahadley.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 4:16 PM

I didn't have "comparison," so I used "compares." This is a fun scene!

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Then he’s kissing me, and I have to agree: this is much better than trying to absorb as much information as I possibly can about magic and my ancestors. Kissing Cameron never gets old; it has been something I’ve dreamed about for so long, and nothing compares to the reality of it. His lips are warm and soft and perfect, and I’m so incredibly grateful he’s here with me in Noríah.
Soon, his hands are wandering over my body, squeezing and skimming, slipping under my jacket and shirt and brushing over my bare skin. Heat flares through every part of me, tingling and coiling tight, igniting me with want and desire. A soft moan slips out as Cameron’s hands reach for the buttons of my jacket, and he swiftly pops one open.
“It’s hot in here,” he whispers.
“Lot cooler back in my room with the window open,” I breathe back. “But you won’t let us get there.”
A giant sneeze causes us to jump apart. I spin around, cheeks burning, and find Roston in the library’s open doorway—with Rayla in his arms, staring at us. She sneezes again. Her cheeks are pink, and she has a hunk of rye bread in one hand and a bunch of grapes in the other. She sneezes a third time.
“Allergies,” Roston explains.

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