Don’t Wish Upon a Shooting Star

A single kiss completely twisted our relationship. There was no emotion mixed in that kiss. We had won the war, and we just needed someone to share the joy with. One impulsive and foolish kiss pushed me and my loyal adjutant into the abyss of marriage. He and I were a beautiful pair of trophies. So I decided to run away from this fate. “Kitty. No…… Captain.” He looked at me with sorrowful eyes. I couldn’t muster the courage to answer at all. It felt like time was leaving us behind. As if everything except him and me had stopped. Percy, mounted on top of me, stroked my cheek with his thumb and asked in a low voice, “Would it be alright…… if I were no longer your adjutant, but a man?...