For a while we sit there, in each others embrace, soaking in the peculiar warmth of each others presence. I suppose it makes sense, really, that warmth. In becoming a hybrid my blood is much colder than it was before, my body stuck in purgatory between life and death. I never thought I would experience a time where Soren's body would be warm to the touch, but after resting against his chest, his arms slung protectively around me, I decide it is not such a bad thing after all.
"What are you thinking, little dove?" Soren coos, his head resting atop my own as he brings his hand to caress my silken locks. I stir against him.
