ARTEMIS’ POV
I can't help but stare at her smaller frame as she walks in front of me, moving out of the girls' dormitory.
From the moment I spotted her riding the wolf back to school, I've had to agonizingly restrain myself. The constant urge to rush up to her and pull her close—until my racing heart steadies—has been almost unbearable.
Turns out that one hug didn't even begin to quench my yearning for more.
Now, as we walk, it's a battle of wills not to slide my hand into hers, not to seek out that singular warmth her touch bestows. This unexplainable pull defies all logic.
It makes absolutely no sense.
It’s like my body is short-circuiting, reacting in impossible ways, all because of this anomaly of a girl. I'm wanting, craving even the slightest contact from her until I can trul
