Her strong arms hammer the spearhead to a point. Sweat mingling, my hands over hers, I cast spells into the runes she etches on metal.
Her skill. My magic. A hero’s weapon.
I back away, too shy to speak my heart.
Her grip returns me.
A kiss, forges destiny.
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