Holding each other, the rain cooling their bodies, they laughed like children. "I expected steam this time," Zendedari said, crushing her to him.
"Can you do that?" Caitlin fit the back of her head into the niche of his sternum. One hand idly slid over the heavy muscles of his chest.
"Make us so hot we turn the rain to steam?" He grinned boyishly down at her, for the first time so carefree that he forgot for a moment the torment he had suffered. She made him invincible. She made him vulnerable. Most of all, she made him alive.
"No, really - what they did, those others. They were like fog or mist. Can you really do that?" She persisted. "I mean, you said you could, but I thought maybe you were delusional."
