¬ Fashire
I did not remember getting us out of that pool.
Neither did I recall drying us off or carrying her back to the bed or pulling the covers over us both.
But I must have, because when awareness finally crept back, I was lying on my side with Hiln curled against my chest, her face tucked into the hollow of my throat.
My arm was draped over her waist, holding her close.
I blinked slowly, my thoughts sluggish. The faint light filtering through the curtains struck a bright line across the sheets.
How long had I slept?
The question drifted through my mind without urgency. Time felt soft and distant, the same way everything else felt so distant.
An abnormal bliss and satisfaction was coursing through me.
I hadn't felt this relaxed in such a long time.
Her breath ghosted across my skin in slow puffs. Her hand rested on my chest, fingers loosely curled against me, and one of her legs had slipped between mine at some point during the night.
