DOMESTICITY'S ORIGIN REVEALED!
Holy crap. Just figured out where I came up with the name "Domesticity:"
Their hands brushed. Their eyes met. Desire flared through Aya in an instant, stealing his breath. It was exhilerating, frightening, the way they could shift from comfortable domesticity to undeniable passion with one touch like that...
Scribblemoose really is amazing. I was recommending this story to a friend of mine who wanted to read good fiction, then before bed, I was re-reading this story (because, of all her work, this is my favorite), and BOOM. There's domesticity. Which isn't a word.
I thought it was strange that I'd make up a word and use it to title the entire arc. Mystery solved. I can sleep now.
Goodnight, moon. My sick angel, I hope you feel better tomorrow.
Their hands brushed. Their eyes met. Desire flared through Aya in an instant, stealing his breath. It was exhilerating, frightening, the way they could shift from comfortable domesticity to undeniable passion with one touch like that...
Scribblemoose really is amazing. I was recommending this story to a friend of mine who wanted to read good fiction, then before bed, I was re-reading this story (because, of all her work, this is my favorite), and BOOM. There's domesticity. Which isn't a word.
I thought it was strange that I'd make up a word and use it to title the entire arc. Mystery solved. I can sleep now.
Goodnight, moon. My sick angel, I hope you feel better tomorrow.