I woke up on my side facing Apollo. She had thrown the covers off us in the middle of the night and her small, nearly-naked body was curled into a ball, and her head was resting on top of her folded hands. It’s like the sun knows she’s worthy of its praise and attention and it covers her in a dappled light that streams in through my bedroom window.

I remember her coming in last night. I was so tired and relieved when she climbed into my bed that all I wanted to do was feel her and sleep knowing that she was next to me. When I opened my eyes, her face was the first thing I saw. My heart nearly stopped.

She still loves me. She came to me. After everything. I’m admiring the line of her hip, and the length of her leg when she finally wakes up.

“Graham?” Her soft, sleepy voice draws my eyes back to her face. She is flushed with sleep, and yet, she’s more radiant than the soft beams of the dawn’s sunlight that are filtering into the room.

We just stare at each other. Our gazes hold a multitude of feelings. Some, for which no words exist. They are more sorrowful than remorse, more poignant than need, and more powerful than love. I feel like I have known this woman in a thousand lives and will in a thousand more …

We don’t need to say a word. But, I want to. “I’m sorry I didn’t call. I wasn’t sure if you’d be home and I didn’t want to go back to the police station. I was so tired, I just—”

She puts a hand on my chest to silence me. “It’s okay. I’m here. We’re home.” She reaches over and runs a hand over my close-cropped hair. Her eyes follow the path of her hand, their expression unreadable. A small smile plays around her lips.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

“Is it on your head?” she quips and all of my anxiety and worry fizzle into nothing.

“Are we okay?” I ask. I hover over her searching her eyes. All I see is everything she’s always given me—love, acceptance, her entire being.

“Yes.” She smiles that smile that has been my favorite thing in the world since I was fourteen years old.

“That feels so good.” I drop my head onto her shoulder and sigh into her neck. “Do you want to talk?”

“We’ve talked enough.” She lifts my free hand and covers her breast with it. She kicks the sheet off and reveals her ridiculous body, bare but for the lacy fabric that barely covers the wet lips of her pussy.

“Please, touch me,” she whispers, and her eyes droop as her back bows off the bed. I knead her small, firm breast and squeeze the nipples between my fingers. I take my hand off her breast and cup her cheek before I lean down and kiss her softly. I groan when her tongue touches mine. It’s a sweet, slow tangle of a kiss that I feel in every part of my body.

I trail kisses down her chin. I nip her neck and suck the rounded column of her collar bones. I lick my way down her breast and then take her sweet nipple into my mouth. I suckle her, and she cries out softly before she comes with a sharp exhalation. She rolls onto me, pressing her body flush against mine and trapping my hand with her pelvis.

“I want to make love to you,” I mumble against her mouth.

“I want to make love to you,” she says and then she lifts off me and kneels between my knees. I pull my hand back and watch her slide her palms down my torso.

“Oh, Graham,” she sighs as she traces the depressions and swells the muscles of my abdomen make on my stomach.

She grabs the band of my briefs and tugs them down. My cock springs out, and she bends down to place a kiss on the tip of it before she swipes the head with her tongue and licks away the bead of cum that’s already there.

“Apollo ...” I reach to stroke her hair, and she presses another kiss to my thigh before she pulls my briefs all the way down my legs and tosses them aside.

She climbs back up and straddles me. My cock nestles in between the cheeks of her ass, and she rocks forward.

I fist my cock and nudge the entrance of her pussy with just the tip. She rotates her hips each time, taking me deeper inside her.

“Oh, baby.” I grip her hips and gasp as her tight, hot, wet pussy surrounds me in the most delicious grasp. Time and space blend, reality bends. We flow into each other in an endless wave of give and take.

She’s not a sorceress who has cast an unbreakable spell. It’s not arrows from mischievous gods or even luck. What binds us is the fusion of two stars that were destined to collide. Where one ends and the other begins ceases to exist. All I can see, hear, remember is Apollo.

When we collapse into an exhausted pile of satisfaction and sweat, she curls into me.

My best friend.

My sunshine.

My salvation.

My heart is beating harder and faster than it ever has as I hold my entire world in my arms.

“I love you, Sunshine,” I whisper into the back of her neck

“Always, Star,” is the last thing I hear before I close my eyes and dream.