章 132: Related

Caitlin and Zendedari held each other like two children after a terrible fright, taking comfort in one another's closeness. Caitlin became aware after a time that her skin was against his, bare, sensitive, her breasts pressed into his side.

"I don't suppose you want to tell me what happened to my shirt." She lay motionless, drowsy and content. Being so close to him should have bothered her, but it simply seemed normal. Her gaze found the material slashed to ribbons, scattered on the floor beside the bed. "You were in a bit of a hurry, I see," she pointed out, making an effort to get up to get dressed.

When she would have pulled away from him, Zen refused to relinquish his hold. Instead, he reached lazily for the quilt and pulled it around her. His smile was in her mind. Tell me of your childhood.

He dropped the words into the silence, felt her shock, her pain, her instant withdrawal