Bastien
You will let me in.
and we will begin to love in a fashion I couldn't fathom existed.
and we will begin to love in a fashion I couldn't fathom existed.
Her fingers on his face were warm and sweet, even with his numb skin. Bastien chuckled at her little joke. "Until our years are through, whether those are five or five thousand, how about that?" Saying such a high number (yet as far as he knew, a possible one) was still a little unnerving, but now he was mostly excited to have so long to find out more about Rexanna, find more ways to love her.
There were some things that words could not say, that were better communicated through gentle touches and falling asleep with her on his chest; while his breath didn't rise and fall through his lungs anymore, he felt they were in sync.
And the sex? Well, it'll be off the charts.
