{"If you accept that your only job is to be the keeper of your life force, you will make powerful choices."}
The whisper of the sheets as Spark shifted, the slow thrum of his heartbeat where my head rested on his chest, the faint rustle of wind brushing against the window. We had not moved in a while, and we did not need to. His arm was wrapped around my shoulders, fingers absentmindedly stroking through my hair. I felt boneless and safe, wrapped in the warm scent of his skin, the lingering embers of everything we had just shared.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and a little hoarse.
I nodded against him. "More than okay."
"Good," he murmured. "You… looked so far away for a second."
I shifted so I could look up at him. "Not far. Just full."
He smiled softly at that, brushing his knuckles over my cheek. "That's how I feel too."
I laced our fingers together, letting my thumb sweep over his. "I never imagined it could be like that. That I could feel so held."
