Cam could hear his heartbeat in the brightening of the day, strong and regular. He could hear his breath, light and shallow with sleep, but otherwise just as it should be. Most of all, he could smell the nutmeg freshness of Felix’s skin as Cam cradled his head in his lap beside the fire, stroking his hair away from his forehead. And then, finally, when it was already late into the morning, Felix’s ice-blue eyes blinked open like a second dawn.
