It never turned out to be bad.
In fact, it was earth-shattering. Or rather, ocean-shattering.
When Caspian finally bridged the gap between them, it wasn't clumsy, instead it was a fluid, seamless slide that felt less like an intrusion and more like a puzzle piece clicking into place.
The water was the ultimate equalizer. There were no awkward angles to adjust. She was weightless, suspended in the warm, scented current of the Pearl Wing, held entirely by the strength of the King.
"Oh," Roxy gasped, her head falling back against the mossy pillow.
Her eyes flew open, wide and unfocused. The bioluminescent ceiling swirled above her, but all she could feel was him.
Aphrodite hadn't been lying. The sensitivity of her new form was terrifying. Every inch of her skin, every scale, every nerve ending seemed to be dialed up to eleven. Like she was using a vibrator against her skin.
