The flickering fire cast dancing shadows on the rough, curved walls, its crackling the only sound breaking the forest's hushed silence. The temperature was mild, the fire's warmth creating a cozy contrast to the chill that crept in from the outside.
Jerrick's gaze was steady, his concern palpable as he watched her. The mood was somber yet charged with an undercurrent of unresolved emotions, a mix of confusion and relief.
"You don't realize?" he asked. His voice was low, almost a whisper.
"Realize what?" Jessamyn asked, her brows raised.
"It's not just anyone, Jessamyn," he said, his green eyes boring into hers. "When you were in danger, you called for me. Not anyone else. Me."
Jessamyn blinked, her mind racing to process his words. She remembered the dream, the feeling of warmth, and calling his name.
His hand reached out to clasp hers. "There's something between us, something more than just physical. You know it too, deep down."
