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Loving Touch

Havermouth, Present time

Talen propped himself on one elbow and looked down at Heath. The golden candlelight danced over his mate’s skin catching in the fine fuzz of hair, in the gilded strands of his eyebrows, the stubble of his jaw. He was fascinated by this mate, Talen admitted to himself, and had been from the moment the rude pup had spat vitriol at him out front of Morgana’s house. In his sleep, Heath’s face softened, the tension eased away in dream, the burden of responsibility that he carried with so much determination lightened, and suddenly he was so very, very young.

It was easy to forget just how young his mates were, Talen admitted to himself. They were all such fierce individuals, each burnt so brightly.

He stroked his palm lightly down Heath’s arm to where the cuff rung his wrist. Just above the thin band of metal, Heath’s pulse kept rhythm. Talen rested his fingertips there, monitoring the pace, trying to judge the health of his mate.

There was a faint knock at the door
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Jessica K
Different, but still hot! I'm glad Heath should be okay, but I'm curious how he will be once the change is finished
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