Chapter Twelve
MILES
Miles held his lover in his arms, smelling her hair, and letting his hands run over the shape of her body, over each part of her he could grab. With an arm around her back, his hand nuzzled where her breast met her armpit, he could feel its weight, its softness, and he loved it.
“What’s it like?” she asked, her voice scratchy. She leaned up and reached for a glass of water on the bedside table, and sipped on it before passing the crystal container to him.
“What’s what like?” Miles asked, the cool liquid running down his gullet, soothing. The two had reached completion a pair of times over, and were now exhausted.
“You know. Being a shapeshifter.”
“Depends where you’re standing. To me, it’s normal. I guess the main thing is that it’s kind of addictive.”
“Addictiv
