Kaya
I am drunk. Drunk beyond any level of comprehension. Yet I can't tell if it's the wine clouding my head or the intoxicating magic of the women surrounding me.
The cold doesn't even touch us—flushed and glowing in the heat of the great fire pit, every breath feels like it's laced with warmth and laughter, the air crackling with joy and the unguarded intimacy of our conversations.
I've never imagined it was possible to have this much fun. I only wish Samantha were here to share it with me.
"It's all about mates these days," Josephine's sharp voice slices through the chatter, edged with irritation. "Since forming a real mating bond has become so rare, everyone's gone fucking desperate!"
"Why are you so worked up about it?" Dana scoffs, leaning in close to meet her eyes. "Is there something we don't know?"
A ripple of giggles passes through the circle, but Josephine's face flushes red as she scowls, as if her glare could hide her embarrassment.
