A shifting ceremony

Silas stood before a full-length mirror. Gazing at his reflection, thoughts of Tabitha filled his mind.

In a quiet moment of solitude, his mind wandered back to the shared moments with Tabitha.

Silas found himself reliving that first electrifying kiss—the way her tongue tasted of the alcohol she had taken. Her lips, soft and warm, left an indelible imprint on his memory.

He replayed the choreography of that kiss—the hesitant start, the building urgency, and the eventual surrender to a shared passion.

In his moments of quiet reflection, Silas couldn't help but dwell on the night he spent with his mate. The memories played in his mind like a movie.

He remembered undressing her, admiring the clear and soft beauty of her skin. Silas could vividly recall the way she clung to him.

Silas reflected on the tender moments, the softness of her skin, and the intimacy they shared.