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The next thing I know, it’s morning. Long beams of sunlight shift across the cave floor. Tempest and I cuddle together, his forehead touching mine as he sleeps. I picture the shape our dragon bodies create, and I realize it’s a heart. My chest warms at the thought.
Shifting position, I scooch my head back a bit. The movement’s not enough to break our heart-shape, but it gives a better view of Tempest. In many ways, his dragon-face reminds me of his human one. There are the same high-cut cheekbones. A crown of spikes mimics his wavy black hair. There are the same wide eyes that convey rage or lust with the barest glance.
Tempest slowly smacks his lips. “Good morning, luv.”
I open my snout, ready to tell him a million things. How much I love being a dragon with him. What a joy it was t
