Needing to sell this, I pull her to my side. The way her slight frame fits perfectly to me takes me by surprise as I feel an inaudible click at the connection. Her body is near scalding even through our clothes, making me wonder—do all humans run this hot? No, I’ve had humans before. They are significantly warmer, but Cinder is running at a near volcanic temperature. I can’t say I don’t enjoy the burn.
