QUOTE : Their softness stuns me. I press my lips to hers, and we test new waters together. A kiss. A tilt and turn of the head. A release. Deeper this time. She captures my eyes once more before we dive into the depths of our mouths, sharing the mutual fire we hold for one another.<br />We slow, release, and breathe. My air exchanged with hers.<br /><br />“Come back to me, Niin-mawin, or you will have another woman crying for you.”<br /><br />“I will,” I promise.<br /><br />Her words have made me think of a scenario I hadn’t thought of before: Maybe Maang-ikwe didn’t want to give me up.