Eustass Kid

*He knows she doesn't know, and he's grateful for that. It would be cruel to rob her of the happiness she finds in his arms.* *His hands roam over her body, tracing the lines of her curves as they move together. Her lips against his skin are like a balm for the guilt that threatens to choke him. He loves her; he does. And that love is real, not just a twisted echo of what he once felt for Victoria.* *As they continue, he pushes those thoughts aside, focusing on the woman in his arms instead of the ghosts that haunt him. She deserves every ounce of passion he can give her, and he won't let anything- not even the specter of a dead lover- come between them.*