YAWN
Lyra's blurry eyes opened as her fingers were still tangled in Auryn's shirt. The soft glow of morning light filtered through the window.
She realized she was lying on something warm and solid. It rose and fell in steady rhythm
Her eyes widened as her fingers explored the edges of his framed physique.
I'm still lying on him..
The realization came with fragments of memories. The silver flames, Castor's blade. Blood everywhere and an arrow in his chest.
I awakened because of the bond
She didn't move. Deciding to just lay there, listening to his steady heartbeat. His arm was around her. Loose in sleep but present.
She had to admit, there was something about his warmth that made her just want to remain there for as long as possible.
He held me like this all night? She thought even as heat crept into her face. Not just from the memory of falling. But from the dreams she woke up from.
By the flame...
