Jacob~
Who would've thought that someone like me—an all-knowing being—could ever feel a flicker of fear… over a tiny mortal?
Easter's heat was nothing like I'd imagined. I'd braced myself for something intense, maybe even overwhelming, but I thought the first night would be the peak—the hardest point to endure.
Oh I was so wrong.
By sunrise on the second day, I understood: Easter's heat wasn't a passing storm. It was a siege—persistent, clever, and always pressing at my defenses from some new direction. I wasn't just weathering it; I was the besieged fortress, holding my walls together while she circled, testing every weakness. Every shift in her tone, every brush of her fingers against my skin, every glance that lingered just a fraction too long—it all chipped away at me. And every time I resisted, my body screamed in protest, aching with the tension of restraint.
