She shoved him away, panting with a wicked gleam. Come and get me, her eyes said. He hesitated… in case he was reading things wrong, but she kissed the air in his direction and then fled. He chased her, dragged her back down to the powdered floor where they rolled and left shapes. There was no sense anymore. He crawled on top of her. She tried to scramble backward, kicked him in the chest, but he kept tugging her back to him. No fear came down their bond. Only excitement. Anticipation. Churning desire.
