Grayson was surprised by the affectionate way Cora approached him, the temperature of her a bright warmth against his exterior. He had carried her. He knew how warm her living body was, but it was different this time when she was the one… seeking something.
His arms remained at his sides as he was unsure of what to do, and there was that ache—that stirring in his chest, like a faint ghost of something inside of him that wanted to break free.
"Why do you freeze like that?" He heard her whisper against him.
"What?" He whispered back, not recognizing his own voice for the softness and confusion it held.
"You go so still… like a statue," she said, not moving from her place against him. Instead, she sighed and he felt the heat of her breath on his chest.
"I didn't realize it," he said, blinking his eyes and trying to relax his muscles to a more natural state.
