Chapter 2 – The Ache
The girl's breathing was slow and even, rising the foreign material around her in slight swells. She smelled content, safe among her allies.
He let her scent cover his senses, tasting the sweetness he'd missed. Sleep didn't dim its potency. Never had a female's signature drawn him as hers did. It made it hard not to always reach for her, taking her up so he might carry a vestige back when he was invariably rebuffed. Falling to a crouch in the darkness, he knew he looked foolish; she loved another.
But she was intoxicating and he was addicted. Hopelessly so.