“I’ve always had a fascination with the moon, you know?”, she whispered, dirty blond hair shimmering in the soft light of the moon she stared at, waving gently in the cold night breeze. “I suppose it may have been because I was named after it. Luna. Both …
It was a game they liked to play occasionally. She’d lay, bare in the soft light of their lamp as they cuddled on the bed at night, her dirty blonde hair held up in a messy bun by her wand. He’d run his hands across her bare skin, tracing the contours of …