She stares at me with her gold eyes, fear and determination warring. Without warning, she leaps, and the force of her body knocks me back. My hands are filled with her - waist, hips, that cloud of sugar-scented hair. Her full lips part like she’s going to say something. Not that I’ll respond intelligently. Not with so much of her pressing against so much of me.
- Helene: Has anyone seen my pillow?
- Avitas: Yeah, mine is gone too.
- Laia and Elias, in a fort made out of pillows: No idea