The room was quiet except for the low hum of the ventilation somewhere in the walls. The Ashroot haze still lingered in the air.
Elise was curled against me, completely naked, using my arm as a pillow. Her skin was warm and slightly damp from sweat. I'd been awake for a while, staring at the same ugly concrete ceiling, trying to make sense of the fog in my brain.
We'd just had sex. Twice. In a cult prison cell. While high on some banned ritual smoke.
A slow, uneasy sliver of shock was starting to crawl through the pleasant haze.
What the hell did we just do?
Elise stirred, blinking up at me sleepily. Her eyes wandered lazily over my body—my face, my throat, my chest, then lower across my stomach and hips.
A tired, mischievous smirk tugged at her lips.
"Why the hell are you so fit?" she asked. "Did getting trapped in that seal just sculpt you into this gorgeous body?"
She pressed her palm flat against my stomach.
