Soren started to wake up slowly, his senses coming back gradually, as if he was stepping into a new world. He could feel the air around him becoming clearer, and his sleep, which had been restless until then, had finally caught up with him.
He had felt something the moment he opened his eyes.
First, there was the heavy, overwhelming jasmine scent and the cold metal. They were no longer two different scents, they were a single atmosphere that seemed to vibrate in the back of his throat. The room was filled with the scent of their connection.
Second, there was a weight. Lucian had his arm wrapped around Soren's shoulder and waist, and his hand was firmly, possessively, on Soren's slightly bulging belly. It was as if he were protecting him.
