Nova's POV
The fire still crackled softly beside us, the scent of pinewood and smoke mingling with the heady warmth of the blankets wrapped around Eldur and me. His arms were still around me, his body pressed close as we lay tangled in the afterglow of something so intense, so consuming, it left my heart trembling with emotion. I was breathless—but not from exhaustion. From something else. Form a love so strong it felt impossible.
I slowly lifted my hand, brushing my fingers against the blanket, then ran them down my own legs. My breath hitched.
I could feel them.
Not just in the numb, distant way I was used to. No. I could feel the texture of the fur throw beneath me. The weight of the quilt pressing gently against my thighs. I could feel the cool air of the room against my skin.
I blinked rapidly. My heart started pounding.
I threw the blanket aside and sat up abruptly. Eldur stirred, confused. "Nova?" His voice was husky, groggy with sleep and passion.
