Soren kissed her back.
Her lips were cold at first, the frost on her skin bleeding through his shirt where her hands pressed against his chest.
The dark room swallowed most of the sound when the door clicked shut behind them.
He pulled her in closer, one arm sliding around her waist, and she stayed right there without pushing away.
The faint cold-light from her collarbone glowed against his skin.
She made a small sound into his mouth. Her fingers curled tighter in his shirt.
When they came up for air her breath misted white between them.
"I don't know how to start," she said.
Soren walked straight to her. He took her hands without asking first. The cold locked his fingers for half a second. Then he closed them around hers and held on.
"Breathe slower," he said. "You're pushing frost out on every exhale."
She looked at their joined hands. "Am I hurting you?"
"You're not. Just breathe." Soren lied.
The bond opened wider than it had before.
