“Close your eyes.” “It requires touching me?” My eyes flutter shut at the sensation of his skin against mine. “Not at all. Just one of the perks of not thinking too clearly. You have incredibly touchable skin.” The compliment makes me suck in a breath. So much for controlling his faculties. “You need to envision somewhere. Anywhere. I prefer the top of my favorite hillside near what’s left of Aretia. Wherever it is, it needs to feel like home.” The only place I can think of is the Archives. “Feel your feet hit the ground and dig in some.”
Ugh I love them 🥹
