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.

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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