Secrets

When he apparates to my house whilst Astoria is visiting her sister. That's a secret.

His chaste greeting kiss grazing across my lips, soft and cool. That's a secret.

When we stumble through the mansion, tearing clothes from each other, and stealing kisses. That's a secret.

But the biggest secret of all is the way his smooth chocolate skin glides sweat slicked over my alabaster body. The way his mouth claims mine, fighting my tongue for dominance. The way he takes me, hard and fast and rough. His gentle kisses afterwards, soothing me. The way he hugs me close before apparating away. And those words that I whisper into the chilly air, never quite sure if he hears me: "I love you."

Everyone has secrets.