บท 108: Older Traditions

"Hurry back," August murmured into Graeme's chest as they lingered in front of Sam and Greta's house. He was still so quiet, like it was taking all of his concentration to remember why he must leave.

She could feel how he was hesitant to let her go, and she looked up to meet his dark eyes that were so open and vulnerable with her. "Please be careful," she whispered, the memory of Jonathan chasing her through the forest now playing in her mind.

"I will, Moon," he assured her, and he bent to tug gently on her bottom lip, creating a jolt of electricity that ran down her body and made her shiver.

"Bun Bun," she murmured, and she felt his arms stiffen before he started tickling her side mercilessly. "Stop! Graeme!" she managed between laughs. "I just meant I brought Bun Bun for company." He growled before pinching her side one last time, enjoying the uninhibited laughter that escaped from her and fell around them.