Chapter 108 Sweet And Smoke

• Dysis felt the thrum of his pulse against her back. Reliable. Grounding is... Still, his arms showed a conflict, as though he were clinging to more than simply her body. Like he was clinging to his anxiety over allowing her to go.
• She groaned and let her head rest more completely against his chest. "You have no control on what I believe Alexander."
• He did not reply straight away. Rather, his fingers followed lazy patterns over her forearm, his touch both gentle and possessive.