Chapter 1172 Help Me

Oakley
Ian takes a breath, short and shallow. Then another, and another, until his flexed muscles relax. He sinks against my touch. His warmth is like nothing I’ve ever known, and I melt into his scent. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe I’m a fool, and my tale is continuing on the path of a cautionary fable told to naughty children. Or maybe fate is real, and the Goddess really does enjoy these little games. I wonder what our prize for winning will be because, while I might be quiet and slightly shy, I’ll be damned if I’m not competitive.
But I’m tired.