The morning light filtered through the cracks in the makeshift shelter as Felicity stretched her limbs, feeling Lucan's heavy arm still draped across her waist. She rolled away from his warm body, slipping from beneath the blanket with practised stealth. Twenty minutes of freedom was all she needed.
Her private space offered the only true solitude in this broken world. The shower water was warm. It washed away the lingering scent of Lucan's possessive embrace, the musk that clung to her skin after the morning of his desperate claiming.
The baby blue dress felt like armour as she slipped it over her head, the fabric flowing around her curves. She brushed her blonde hair, watching the waves cascade over her shoulders. When she stepped out, the common room fell silent.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her against a hard chest.
"Hey!" she squeaked, her heart jumping into her throat.
Lucan's warm breath tickled her neck. "Missed you."
