there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
The kiss left Loren a little breathless and flushed, and he smiled happily. He easily relinquished the blanket to Abasi, their fingers twining together in a now familiar way. Letting out a huff of laughter, the summoner gave the undertaker what he hoped was a seductive look. ”Well. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping to get your pulse racing a little bit.” There was more than a bit of heat behind those words, and only a hint of awkward embarrassment. As they started walking, the Launceleyn gave the other man a sympathetic smile. ”What was it like?” When Abasi asked about the Fae, however, the corners of Loren’s eyes crinkled in amusement. ”There are. Though if you call them pixie spirits, especially in the Greatwood, their home, they might toss you in the pit.”
He continued with a much more serious tone. ”They are powerful and warlike, and they don’t suffer outsiders in their woods. We are here on their forbearance, so if you come across one, be respectful.”
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
