"Will you let me up?" I shifted for the hundredth time.
"No." He held me tighter when I shifted. I felt sweat on my nape, bundled as I was within a dragon's heat.
"I am uncomfortable," I said.
His eyes drooped as I spoke. He did not let me go, rather, he moved from laying half against me, turning me to my side as he cuddled me from behind, his hand going from around my side to my shoulder. One leg lay heavy against both of mine.
"Better?" His words were muffled against my skin.
"No. Your skin is too warm," I muttered.
"It will be cool soon." He promised. "Sleep."
I admitted then that I was tired and ravenous. My back hurt. My legs hurt. I felt a bruise or two at my sides. My eyes lay heavy, sleep beckoning me. Even my mind had gone quiet but I was not used to the heat.
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