Wisteria

Yet while there wasn’t anything inherently wrong with passion, Life had long since found that people too frequently lost themselves within it. Her magic had shaped the branches, twisting them into a canopy to shield her from the sun while she curled her feet in the grass, its dampness slick between her toes. The magic, Aris, Solanine and her connection to Rima, the truth of who Blythe was… all of it was too much. He’d even given in to those impulses on more than one occasion, going as far as to kiss her under the guise of taste-testing for poison, just so he might finally know what her lips tasted like and rid himself of the curiosity.