Emira blinked at the sudden contact of her cheek with the hard planes of his abdomen, then closed her eyes, feeling much better. She didn't know what was wrong or rather she knew it was the drug effect that the witch had given her, but she didn;t know what to do to counter it. Her body felt as if there was a furnace burning inside her while the outside was frozen solid, as if she were sitting inside a cold storage. That strange contrast left her trembling uncontrollably.
Yet, touching him felt different. It was comforting, almost as if he could balance out the heat inside and the cold outside her.
She let out a quiet breath and, without realising it, nuzzled closer, her face brushing against his abs in a small, desperate motion for warmth. Even though his clothes were soaked through, it still felt good… and he smelled so good. She closed her eyes and breathed him in deeply.
