I woke to the soft light of dawn behind the curtains. It took me a moment to orient myself, the fog of sleep slowly lifting. I was curled up in bed with Link's arms securely wrapped around me.
His presence was both comforting and startling. I couldn't recall the exact sequence of events that led to this moment, just flashes of the intense, crippling pain from the night before and Link's steady support as he helped me back to the apartment.
His hold on me was almost possessive. The warmth of his body against mine chased away the remnants of the night's chill, and for a brief, disorienting moment, I allowed myself to relax completely into his embrace. It was perhaps an intimacy born of necessity, but it felt remarkably right.
The memories of the previous night began to piece themselves to
