The next time she woke, the moon was up, and Dex's arms were around her.
Their legs were intertwined and her back was against his chest like it belonged there. Like she was made for him. Because she was.
His shirt was off and his skin touched hers.
She blinked, disoriented and his arms tightened around her.
She was not going to ask where his shirt went. That was a conversation for a version of her that could form sentences near a shirtless man.
"You're awake," he said, kissing her ear.
He said 'you're awake' like a greeting and kissed her ear like a punctuation mark. She was not equipped for this dialect.
Aegon: She liked that. Do it again.
Heat crept into her face, but she liked it and he knew she did. He could feel it.
Aegon: She is flustered.
Everything his instincts told him to do had been right so far, so he wasn't holding back.
"Where are we?" she asked, sliding her hand over his, intertwining their fingers.
