Page 32 of Escape from the Green

When my head twitched as if to dislodge it, something beneath me moved, rumbling. No. Chuckling.

Consciousness came to me all at once.

And now, well, I couldn't use the excuse of being cold, of being drawn to his warmth.

That it was simply survival.

No.

At some point during the night, I had moved across the expanse of the bed, climbed upward onto Drake and, oh my, cocked my leg up over his waist.

What was wrong with me?

Even as that thought formed, I understood the sensation in my hair.

Drake's fingers were sifting through it, fingertips rubbing my scalp in a way I had never felt before, something calming and also stimulating, a feeling that moved from his touch and down my spine, making a tremble rack through my system.

Feeling it, Drake's hand froze in my hair much like his air froze in his chest.

Unsure what possessed me to do so, I mumbled into his chest. "That feels good."

My voice sounded almost choked, foreign to me.

Beneath me, Drake's breath exhaled hard, almost like that of a hiss.

"I figured."

His voice sounded off too.

Rough. Grumbly almost.

I thought I had said something wrong until a long second later, his fingers started working their magic once again, fingers focusing a bit more on my scalp, working in slow circles that were sparking a need in my body, something akin to that which I had felt in the woods right before Drake had made it explode into pleasure.

And, suddenly, I wanted that again.

I wanted that by choice.

I wanted that with him, by his hands.

I wanted it the way it should have been.

Not thinking, not even sure what one was supposed to be thinking of in such a situation, I simply acted, did what my body was begging me to do.

My knee shifted, planted at the other side of his hips, allowing me to slide over him fully, pressing my palms to the soft sheets made warm from our body heat, looking down at Drake as my hair fell forward, curtaining us.

"What are you doing, Amy?" he asked, voice still rough, but now also cautious, curious.

"I don't know," I admitted, watching as his dark eyes went a bit hooded, as the red within them somehow brightened, stood out more in the dark depths.

Taking a breath that shuddered out of him, he reached up to tuck some hair behind my ear. "Then maybe you shouldn't do it," he suggested, trying to be the reasonable one, the rational one. Maybe even the thoughtful one.

But I didn't want reason and rationale and thought.

I just wanted more of the feeling coursing through me.

My eyes roamed over his face, never wanting to forget it even though I knew our lives would go different ways, even though I knew that my death would precede his by decades - or longer - since I was to stay in the human realm. I would be returning to the Earth before he even looked like he aged a day.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked, eyes flicking up from his lips to his eyes.