Chapter 85 - Feelings Clash

He gulped, finding it almost impossible to move. Her breath fanned his neck, her breathing getting warmer the closer she pressed herself to him, clung to him like he was some sought of life source that she couldn't seem to be able to get herself away from, even if she tried.

Ironic. He didn't even possess something of such vibrance.

A life.

"Don't leave me, please." Her voice was breathy.

She was asleep, probably having a dream.

Wait.

A dream.... about... him?

"Zezi." His voice sounded unusually shaky, foreign to his own ears. His frown deepened, the black zig zag lines filling his face, as his eye lids fell shut and he sucked her scent into his lungs.

Lily and honey.

She always smelt so good, smelt even better now that the wolf's annoying mark had been gotten rid of.

He detested it while it stood there, disfiguring her neck. He had never been able to breath her in while she had it on, the wolf's scent had always irritated him.

But now?

Ah, by the Blood, there was nothing better