Hey, guys! I'm back! Finally, am I right? First of all, I apologise for the very long pause, I've just had a lot going on with work and stuff and I've been really tired, but I've had my vacation so I'm feeling a bit more energised.

I want to thank all of you for the wonderful support and for encouraging me to continue this story. Rest assured, I intend to write many more chapters in it. And speaking of chapters... I really like this one. That's all I'm saying about it, so you'll just have to read it!

Enjoy!

Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban Timeline

"He Holds the Moon"

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"I have for the first time found what I can truly love. I have found you."

- Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

SECRETS REVEALED

It took Tristan a few days to work up the nerve to find his sister and apologise properly. Nora, being who she was, forgave him in a heartbeat. Everything went back to normal. Or so it seemed at first, but he soon realised nothing was normal, not when it came to Nora. She was sad all the time, which wasn't entirely unusual but lately she had been doing so much better, he had hoped the change would stick.

In his mind, Professor Lupin's advice was still fresh and he kept thinking it over, even in class and sometimes late at night. Problem was he didn't know how to approach Nora about it. He knew she would listen if he went to her, but how could he make her understand that he wanted to listen to her too? That she could talk to him about whatever was bothering her? Tristan had never felt more inadequate or awkward in his life. What if he put his foot in his big mouth again and made things ten times worse?

He heaved a small, defeated breath as he poked his mashed potatoes with a fork. The Great Hall was full of laughter and loud chatter, everyone enjoying the feast to the fullest. Tristan envied his peers openly. Lately he felt like all he did was worry — about everything. Earlier that day, McGonagall had gone around taking note of those who who would be going home, and against his sister's explicit wishes he had given McGonagall his name. Nora watched him do it and did nothing to stop him...

Looking over at Ravenclaw table, he spotted his sister sitting beside Liam. She had gone back to not eating over the last few days and it already showed in her pale face and thin cheeks. Her eyes were set off somewhere to the side, glassy, unfocused and filled with emotions he didn't recognise. Staring at the high table. More precisely, at the only vacant chair up there.

Full moon yesterday, Tristan thought grimly. Professor Lupin hadn't shown up to any of his classes, much to everyone's dismay as Snape had stepped up to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts again. But that confirmed it, then. Professor Lupin really was a werewolf. Not that he had many doubts still left.

He tore his gaze away from his sister, staring down at his plate with a frown. Could that be why she was feeling so sad? Because she found out about Lupin?

Tristan didn't know what to make of Nora and Lupin's relationship. It was unconventional to say the least, the way they would touch each other so easily, act so comfortably around each other. Nora didn't like to be touched by men, he had seen her flinch away several times in the past, from her own friends even, but she didn't mind Lupin touching her and that struck him as more than a little odd. As much as he liked and admired Lupin, the idea of his sister having a crush on a man twice her age was downright weird.

Was it a crush? Bloody hell… what did he know about crushes anyway? He never had one. It made people act stupid that was for sure. He remembered when Dean Thomas got a crush on a Hufflepuff girl last year and nearly ended up burning off the girl's hair trying to impress her during class. Tristan had laughed his butt off that day. Well, he wasn't laughing now, not when it came to his sister.

After the feast, he followed his friends back to the common room, where he then tried to quieten the barrage of thoughts firing through his brain by working on a ridiculously long essay Snape had told them to write for homework. Ron and Harry threw in the towel about four paragraphs later, disappearing into the dorm room and leaving Tristan and Hermione sitting on the couch by the fire. As usual, they kept each other company while working silently side by side.

Tristan's vision started to blur, the letters on his parchment growing fuzzy and hard to read. He rubbed his eyes with a tired sigh. When something brushed against his shoulder lightly, he dropped his hands and turned to find Hermione looking at him with concern.

"Do you really have to go home this Christmas?" she asked quietly. Both she and Ron were staying in school to keep Harry company. Tristan's initial plan was to stay as well.

"Nora can't go alone." Hermione nodded uncertainly, chewing on her lip anxiously. Not wanting her to worry about him, Tristan flashed a toothy grin. "Going to miss me, Granger?"

Her cheeks went a little pink. She rolled her eyes and smacked his shoulder, trying to play it off. "It'll be awfully boring, that's for sure."

"Ah, c'mon,"

"I'm serious. Ron's going to drive me up the walls."

"Nothing new, then," Tristan chuckled. "Good thing you're used to it."

"You're still going to be missed," she said, smiling at him. "I suppose I'll have to send an owl with your gift. I don't trust you not to open it before Christmas if I let you take it home."

"That's… probably a good call," Tristan grinned sheepishly. Patience wasn't one of his virtues, especially when it came to presents. Every year Nora had to stash them away somewhere he couldn't find them.

Hermione closed her book, set it beside her on the couch and tucked her legs under her, shifting so she was facing him fully, eyes twinkling playfully. "Fair warning, though, it's a great gift."

"Now I'm even more curious." Shaking his head, he tossed an arm over her shoulders and drew her into his side. "Can I at least have a hint?"

"Nope," she replied airily, hugging him around the middle and making herself more comfortable. "You'll just have to wait."

Tristan hummed vaguely against her hair, watching the flames burning in the fireplace. He struggled internally before asking the question that was weighing heavily on his mind. "Hermione... do you think it's ever wrong for two people to fall in love?"

Her surprise seemed to jolt through him. "W-what do you mean?"

He second guessed himself for a moment, getting embarrassed. "I don't know... you're a girl, right? Girls are usually more insightful about this sort of stuff..."

"I guess we are." Hermione pulled back to give him a suspicious look. "Why are you suddenly asking me that? Have you got a crush on somebody?"

"No way!" Tristan exclaimed hastily, maybe even a little defensively. Luna's face had flashed through his mind and he had no idea why. Flustered, he brushed a hand through his unkempt hair. "Can't you just indulge me on this, please? Do you think it's ever wrong for two people to fall in love or not?"

"I'm not sure. Love's a complicated affair, isn't it?" There was a long pause while she tried to sort her thoughts about it. "If it's my opinion you want… no, I don't think it's wrong. If they genuinely love each other, nothing else really matters. True love conquers all."

"True love?"

Hermione seemed to become quite a few shades darker in the face and she refused to meet his gaze. "Y-you know, like in the books! Cinderella, Little Mermaid, Sleeping Beauty…" she trailed off upon the increasingly puzzled look on Tristan's face. "They're muggle fairytales. My mum used to read them to me before bed when I was little."

"What're they about?" he pressed eagerly.

"Oh well, mostly about a girl, sometimes a princess, who is in a bad situation either with her family or a mean witch. Usually the girl meets a handsome prince and they fall madly in love, but there's always something trying to keep them apart and most times the girl gets hurt, so the prince does everything in his power to save her. In the end, his love triumphs over evil and they live happily ever after."

Tristan couldn't hold back a scoffing noise. "That's got to be the sappiest thing I have ever heard in my entire life— Ouch!" He winced when Hermione smacked him in the shoulder.

"You're the one asking me about this embarrassing stuff!"

"I know, I know." He rubbed the spot where she hit him. "I sort of see your point… but reality's nothing like those stories. Imagine the prince wasn't actually a prince. What if instead he was like the princess's advisor and much older than her? Do you think your mum would still read that story to you?"

Hermione looked at him sharply. "Is this about Nora and Professor Lupin?"

"What? Of course not," Tristan said quickly. But as she continued to stare him down, he realised he'd been made. A nervous chuckle bubbled its way up his throat. "You're far too clever for your own good, Granger, have I ever told you that?"

"As a matter of fact, you have," she quipped, voice trickling with pride, shoulders held back cockily. "I'm surprised you caught onto them. These things usually slip right past you."

"Usually yeah." He and dragged a hand through his hair again. "They're sort of obvious, aren't they?"

"To you, maybe. You're very close to them, it's only natural that you would think so." Hermione shifted so she was sitting crosslegged on the couch facing him. "Are you worried?"

"A bit?" Tristan's response was full of uncertainty. "I don't know... should it? I mean, he's older and a teacher."

"I don't think he's that much older than Nora," she mused out loud. "It's not unheard of for girls to fancy older men. Age works differently in the wizarding community. And he won't be her teacher much longer, she's graduating this year."

"Yeah, but does that make it okay? What if he's taking advantage of her?"

Hermione shot him a sort of admonishing look. "Do you honestly think Professor Lupin would do something like that?"

"No, not really," Tristan admitted sheepishly, wincing at the pinch of guilt he felt in the pit of his stomach for having even considered it. "Did I tell you Lupin offered to help us? He said I should write to him if anything happened back home over the holidays… It's barmy, isn't it? He hardly knows us, why would he risk his job for us?"

The question was partly rhetorical. Keen as ever, Hermione hesitated and pondered carefully over her next words.

"I think," she started slowly, "Professor Lupin is a genuinely good person. He cares about Nora obviously, makes sense he would also care about you."

Tristan thought Lupin was a good person too. In fact, he thought Lupin was maybe one of the best people he had met so far, on par with Granny Rose and the Weasleys. He was relieved to hear someone as levelheaded as Hermione confirm out loud all the things he had been thinking.

Exhausted, Tristan covered his mouth for a yawn. He was debating whether or not to call it a night and drag himself up to bed when Hermione spoke again.

"Saw you with Lovegood the other day."

The comment completely threw him off. He looked at her in surprise. "You did? Where?"

"Coming from the boathouse."

"Oh," was all he said.

"I wasn't snooping or anything, I just happened to look out the window and see the two of you," she rushed out nervously. Tristan raised an eyebrow, puzzled and amused by her need to explain herself. Hermione's face turned beet red as she dropped her gaze to her lap, toying with a loose thread on her skirt. "It was definitely surprising. I didn't even know you knew she existed. Most people don't."

How anyone could not notice Luna was a giant mystery to him. After meeting her, he could do nothing but see her everywhere, even when he wasn't looking for her. Although, if he had to be honest, most times he was. His day didn't feel complete if he didn't see her pretty smile at least once.

"Luna and I are friends," Tristan declared proudly.

Hermione dropped her jaw. "When did that happen?"

"Dunno, just sorta did." The weirded out look that appeared on her face ignited a tiny spark of protectiveness in him. "Luna's great! She knows loads about magical creatures, stuff even I never heard about. And she's brilliant with them. You should've seen when we went to visit the hippogriffs yesterday — she wasn't scared at all. Bronzequill let her mount and everything."

"Wait… is that why you've been running off almost every day? To hang out with Lovegood?" Tristan's previous defensiveness dwindled faintly. He suddenly felt a little on the spot as Hermione frowned deeply, pretty brown eyes flashing with hurt. "Why'd you keep it a secret? I thought we told each other everything."

"I didn't do it on purpose," he mumbled under his breath. He felt sheepish and chastised, but only for a moment. "Hey! You've been keeping stuff from me too, remember?"

Her frowning mouth thinned. "That's different."

"Why? Because it suits you?" Disappointed, he shook his head and slid off the couch. "You can have all the secrets you want, but don't blame me for doing the same."

Strong fingers gripped his sleeve before he could head upstairs. Tristan turned, looking down at Hermione, who had gotten to her knees on the couch. Her cheeks went very red again as she let go of his sleeve and sat back, seeming to struggle with what she wanted to say.

"I know you're right. Trust me, I don't like keeping things from you. I hate it honestly. But if I do tell you…" She stopped herself, peering up at him in all seriousness. "You have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? Not Harry, and definitely not Ron."

Curiosity got the best of him as usual. "Cross my heart," he said eagerly, taking back his seat on the couch so he could give her his undivided attention.

There was yet another lengthy pause. Hermione's hesitancy was palpable as she reached inside the collar of her white button up shirt and pulled out a long, golden chain. Tristan had caught a glimpse of it a couple times, but she was always too quick to tuck the chain away. Now that it was in full display, he understood perfectly why she would want to keep it hidden.

"Blimey, you've got a Time-Turner!"

Tuesday seemed to drag out endlessly for Nora. Having had to deal with Snape's unpleasantness right away in the morning definitely hadn't helped. He had spent all of Defence Against the Dark Arts making her life a living hell. Nothing was ever good enough for him. He belittled her in front of the whole class every chance he got and kept giving her these strange, creepy little smirks that made her all kinds of uncomfortable, like he knew something she didn't and would soon use it against her in some way.

Once classes were over, she let the twins drag her to another study session in the library, mostly because she didn't feel like going back to the common room and spend the rest of the afternoon pining over Professor Lupin — again. He was still avoiding her like the plague. Several times now, she had tried to build herself up to approach him and try to fix the situation, but always backed out at the last second, mortified by her own ingenuity. Hoping such a wonderful man might want to love her was absurd. Mere wishful thinking.

But there had been a moment when he did want her, or at least he acted like it. He had held her tightly in his arms, called her beautiful, whispered her name in a declaration of love... and almost kissed her. Would he have done all those things if he didn't have feelings for her? Nora didn't think so. Why, then, had he pulled away? Why did he think himself destined to ruin her?

Someone nudged her gently. Blinking, she turned to find Liam looking at her worriedly.

"Everything okay?"

Nora realised she'd been staring at the same bookshelf for nearly ten minutes.

"Yeah, fine," she did her best to smile. "I've been feeling a bit scattered lately. Can't seem to focus on anything."

Across from them, Emma made a distracted hum. "It's probably the full moon. Every time there's one I can't get my mind straight either."

This piece of information sparked Nora's interest. Liam, on the other hand, was already rolling his eyes.

"Oh come off it, Em. Everyone knows Astrology's utter nonsense. There's no proof anywhere that the moon affects human behaviour."

"Yes, there is," Emma argued with a snarky bite, getting impassioned about her cause. "I've read plenty research studies about it. The lunar cycle influences people all around the world, especially women."

"You mean you've read muggle studies," Liam corrected disdainfully. Emma narrowed her eyes dangerously at her brother. He shook his head in exasperation. "I'm not saying it to be mean. Muggles haven't got much right about this stuff. Besides, it's not even a full moon anymore…"

Nora stopped paying attention. She had realised something while Liam and Emma were bickering, something she had noticed before yet dismissed as mere coincidence. Didn't Professor Lupin fall ill during a full moon the last time as well?

Heart hammering inside her chest, she bolted off her chair toward the back of the library. She combed the shelves for The Essential Defence Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jigger and once she found it, opened the book on page 394. There it was — all about werwolves, or as much as it was known so far. Reading swiftly through the chapter, all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Lupin's gaunt and pale face, the dark circles under his eyes. How he would grow weak and exhausted, distracted and moody, as the moon began to wax. Everything fit. Every symptom, every single one.

Nora thought about the afternoon when she served detention in the dungeons, that cauldron smelling of Wolfsbane. Thought about the way Lupin had looked at her Patronus, like it horrified him to the very core that she had conjured a wolf. It made sense now. He knew what her Patronus meant — that her happiest memories were of him. And he was obviously terrified, not only that she would discover his secret, but that it might already be too late to walk away from whatever existed between the two of them.

She held her trembling fingers against her lips, staring blankly at the page that depicted a massive, canine beast howling at the full moon. Society had shunned, demeaned and persecuted werewolves for centuries. To this day they were still doing it. She couldn't imagine the sort of struggles Lupin had had to deal with. The insults, the discrimination, the looks of utter disgust… all because he was once attacked and bitten by a werewolf. How cruel and unfair, for a kind and wonderful man to have survived such a tragedy only to be cursed for the rest of his life.

Tears pooled in her eyes. She couldn't bare the thought of his pain. Or that he might sit in his office all alone, blaming and hating himself for things so out of his control...

Nora's body seemed to move of its own volition. Breathless, she shoved the book back in the shelf, stormed back to her table and packed her things away in a hurry. Liam and Emma looked at her with similarly surprised expressions.

"Where are you going?" Emma asked.

"There's something I need to do," she answered, snapping her bag shut and hoisting it over her shoulder. "Don't wait for me."

When Liam tried to call after her, Madam Pince shushed him sharply. Nora barely heard either of them as she hurried out of the library.

The corridors were mostly empty save for a few students also enjoying free period. Outside, the sun was setting. Rain had stopped earlier that morning and the skies had cleared up into a dazzling opaline white, now set ablaze by pink and fiery orange rays that streamed through the windows, casting shadows and reflexes over stone walls and floors.

Nora ran through the castle almost blindly, trusting her feet to guide her to where she needed to be. At last, she reached Lupin's office. Without any ceremony, she burst inside and marched straight over to the enchanted wall behind leading to his private quarters.

"It's me, open up!" She pounded her fist against the rock. "I know you're in there! Please let me in, we can't keep avoiding each other!" There was no reply. Frustrated, Nora banged harder, more urgently, ignoring the sharp pain on the tender side of her hand from the impact. "I'm not leaving until you let me in! I'll stand out here the whole night if I have to—"

Even as the words were leaving her mouth, the door was shimmering to form and swinging open to reveal a terribly pale Lupin. He looked older, more worn out than ever before, dressed in ratty pyjama bottoms and a white long-sleeved shirt, hair a sweaty mess falling over sunken eyes.

Her heart lodged itself in her throat. Elation, compassion, sadness, fear, Nora felt it all and so much more with one single look at him.

"You can't be here, Nora," he said tiredly, holding the door only halfway open. "I thought I made myself clear when I told you to leave me alone."

Hearing again that iciness, that bitterness in his voice, gutted her, but she stood her ground. "Is that truly what you want?"

He looked away from her. "It doesn't matter what I want. I'm your teacher and you're my student — that is all. I assume full responsibility for misleading you into thinking we were ever anything more. As an adult, I should've known better. Now if you will please take your leave, I'm afraid I am still not feeling very well…"

As if she were an annoying little kid bothering him, Lupin made a move to dismiss her. Nora felt a wave of hot anger rise up from within herself. Like hell she would let him get away again.

"I'm not going anywhere." Her hand darted out with surprising force to stop the door from closing on her face. "I know why you're saying that even though you don't mean it. I know what you are… you're a werewolf."

Lupin froze for a second, then his entire expression seemed to chill over. He let the door go and dropped his arm, letting it hang limply against his side as he backed into the small living room. Nora followed him, shutting the door behind her. It was warm and toasty inside thanks to the fire burning in the hearth, but she felt none of the usual comfort and safety that she was used to feeling in that small, cozy nook. The rigid way Lupin now stood in the middle of the room, with his shoulders squared tensely and his forehead all scrunched, eyebrows drawn together over darkened eyes, almost made him look like a different person, cold and harsh, so unlike the sweet, kind man she had fallen in love with.

"I suppose you're here to demand I quit." He set his jaw firmly and his gaze bore into hers unflinchingly. "Certainly you don't think a vile monster like me should be around children, and you would be quite right. It was foolish of me to hope for things to be different this time. You see, I've never had much luck with jobs..." He shook his head again, blurting out a bitter, hollow laugh. "Or perhaps you've come to show me pity. Poor Professor Lupin, doomed to live a cursed and lonely life... Is that what you're thinking, Nora? That my existence is something to be pitied?"

Nora was appalled, unable to utter a single word.

"No need to mind my feelings," Lupin continued venomously, taking yet another step back and turning away from her, hands clenched into tight, white fists at his sides. "It's beyond astonishing how you can stand there so calm. You really are too nice, far more than I deserve. I can only imagine how disgusted you must be that this monstrous beast has dared to indulge in your company, dared even to touch you—"

"Enough!" Nora shouted angrily. She couldn't take it anymore. She gripped him firmly by his arm and yanked him around, forcing him to face her. "Don't presume to know what goes on inside my head. I have never thought of you as a beast or a monster. Never, not once! I didn't come here out of pity, I came here to tell you that I don't care!"

Incredulous shock flashed over his face at her passionate declaration. "You don't care?" he repeated dumbly.

Smiling sadly, she reached out to touch his scruffy cheek. He jolted under her fingers, too scared to believe what she was doing, that she was actually touching him. His reaction sliced straight through her heart.

"I don't care," Nora said again, more resolutely this time. "You've been pushing me away because you think you're protecting me. I don't need protection — I need you. You are still the same man who listened to all my nightmares and comforted me time and time again, who has spent hours reading me poetry, showing me new things, making me laugh…"

Her voice failed her, choked by emotion. Lupin remained wide-eyed and rigid, watching her like he couldn't believe any of it. He put his hand over hers and for the briefest of moments Nora's heart soared with hope, only to plummet when he took her hand from his face, holding it helplessly between them. She saw the conflict in his eyes before he pressed them shut.

"Nora," he whispered her name as though it pained him physically. "You are too young and too clouded by romantic notions to understand what it's like to be with someone like me. I have nothing to offer you, only poverty and prejudice. I can't put you through my struggles when you deserve so much better."

He was so filled with self-loathing, it was heartbreaking. How could she convince him that he was all she could ever want? How could she prove to him that he was worth every struggle?

Emboldened by her own need to show him love, Nora closed the distance, until their chests touched and their joined hands were squeezed between them. Lupin opened his eyes and looked down into her own. There was deep, deep yearning in his vulnerable gaze, beneath the fear, the doubts, the crippling helplessness.

His breath quickened as she touched gentle fingers to the other side of his face. It was now or never.

She raised on her toes and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips, only a brief, light brush of lips, carrying her whole heart and every drop of tenderness she had for him in it. A soft sound of surprise came from the base of his throat even as she drew back.

Stunned and breathless, he stared in wonder, dark eyes flickering rapidly over her face before settling on her parted lips. Sparks cracked in the air around them. Electricity spread through every fibre of Nora's being, every nerve ending, every inch of her skin. Suddenly it was like a switch went off inside him, ridding him of all that held him back, unleashing a profound, urgent need. One hand tangled in her hair while the other sought her waist and pressed her to the hard front of his body as he claimed her mouth with wild abandon, swallowing her frantic, little gasp.

They stumbled backwards until she felt her back hit the door, trapping her right there, without any way out. Not that she wanted out. No; she was precisely where she wanted to be, with his heart thundering against her chest as he poured all he was into the sweetest kiss, lips drinking from hers, meeting and parting, meeting again slowly.

Nora trembled in his arms, felt him tremble against her. Her hands roamed the length of his back, revelling in the feel of taut muscle underneath the cotton of his shirt. He responded by tightening his grip on her waist possessively. His mouth moved with hers with more boldness, guiding her into a deeper, more sensual kiss that made her weak in the knees and lightheaded. Their breathing was heavy and noisy, loud in the otherwise silent room. Nora heard herself moan and whimper pleadingly, not knowing what it was that she was pleading for. It was all a little too much — the taste of his velvet tongue, the warmth and the solidness of him everywhere on her, the way his hands pulled and grabbed at her hips, at her hair, the side of her neck… He kissed her with his whole body, like she was oxygen to him, like she was the only thing he wanted or needed in the world. She could barely keep up with the urgency.

Like he could tell what she was feeling, Lupin slowed down, brushing a lock of hair back from her face and tucking it behind her ear as he pulled back. They stared at each other breathlessly. Nora couldn't believe she had kissed him. It looked like he was experiencing similar disbelief.

He dropped his forehead to hers with a shaky, winded chuckle. "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that."

"I have an idea," she confessed, chuckling too.

His eyes softened as he brushed his thumb lightly over her cheek. "Why? What could you possibly see in me that's worth your affection?"

"Must you still ask?" Nora put her hand on his chest, right above the spot where his heart, like hers, was racing. "I've felt connected to you from the first day we met. You see me… all of me. And you understand me like no one's understood before."

"You are too lovely, Nora." Touched, Lupin leaned in to kiss her sweetly one more time, stealing the very breath from her lungs. "I don't deserve you, but I'm afraid I can't let you go now. I have reached my limit, there is no more willpower left in me to deny or fight what I feel for you. So if there's even the smallest part of you that isn't sure about this — about us… you need to tell me."

It seemed so frivolous that he should ask her that after what transpired not even five minutes ago.

Nora smiled patiently. "I've never been more certain of anything in my life. This past week was agony without you. I couldn't eat or sleep thinking you might never want anything to do with me. I don't want to feel that way again."

He drew her into a tight embrace, stroking her hair. "I'm sorry, darling. It's been agony for me too."

"I missed you," she muttered shyly, voice muffled by the cotton of his shirt. He laughed quietly as he kissed the top of her head. She was elated to hear that laugh again, that slow, rumbling sound. It felt like forever since the last time she had.

"In that case..." Boyish smile in place, Lupin started pulling her toward the couch. "Would you stay for dinner and let me bore you to death with my company?"

Nora squeezed his hand. She knew better than to believe in happy endings. A dark cloud still loomed over her head as the end of term approached, but she was content to leave all that aside and enjoy the present. For now it was enough to know Lupin wanted her in all the same ways she wanted him. So long as he was willing to hold on to her, she would hold on to him too. She would hold on for dear life.

They have finally kissed! Anyone else as happy and excited as me? I really wanted to make their first kiss super sweet and tender and loving... hopefully I did!

Let me know your thoughts. I always love hearing aka reading from you, lovelies.