Once inside, Rowan acted as if today was a day just like any other and he hadn't spent the entire morning rearranging the magic of the bridge and the reality of the garden Wren had so meticulously created. Or that he'd discovered the source of all power in this world in the form of a tree that grew from his sacrifice.
Or that he'd just successfully siphoned away some of Wren's excess Disorder without his knowledge or permission.
And he certainly acted as if he wasn't going to do it again every chance he got today.
If he could take enough, and if he could make Wren feel real enough, Rowan was certain that the energy in Wren's head would leave him alone so he could give into the sleep his body required.
The only problem was, Rowan knew too well how having Wren's energy inside him made him feel…the need for sexual release that came from the push and pull of Wren's energy dancing with his own.
