Micah
Seeing Zariah with James and with Greg and with anyone other than myself has left me a little crazy, and I know I hurt her when I was dancing with Reece.
Walking outside, I see the moonlight illuminating her silver dress, and all I can think about is how the Moon Goddess wants us to be together, and she is never wrong.
All of the ridiculous petty arguments Zariah and I have had over the years seem to fade away. I am drawn to her like a moth to an open flame. I know that I will get burned because the reasoning part of my brain is still working, telling me this can never be right, no matter how intelligent my deity is, but I am unable to process all of that at the moment.
I just want her–more than I ever have before.
And I’d be lying if I said I’d never wanted her before because I know that I have.
“Zariah?”