It was strange not having Eridanys alongside him after so many days in such close proximity. Especially after how easy it’d become to touch him, kiss him, as natural as ice melting into water; how it felt to sleep in his arms in a shared bed, warm and safe and exhausted as a chilly tongue licked drops of sweat from his temple and the side of his neck depending on how they got there. How Eridanys wanted to taste every one of Alba’s breaths whenever their mouths connected, to steal every one of his heartbeats even once they were finished.
