SERAPHINA’S POV

I snuggle against the warmth of Artemis' body, inhaling the natural scent that oozes off his skin, an intoxicating and addictive musk.

It feels so good to smell him, touch him, drowning in the coziness of his close proximity that fills me with a strong sense of comfort. It’s like my first taste of safety in days, and I never want to let go of it.

He's like the wooliest, comfiest sweater personified.

It could be the natural pull between us or our strengthened bond; whatever ...