DEMETRIA

I pushed closer into Marion’s body, seeking warmth. The moment my skin touched his, a wave of heat rolled over me. His arms were solid like grenades under the skin, his chest carved from concrete. I lifted my eyes to look at him—still asleep, breathing slow and deep.

Carefully, I shifted, careful with my casted leg, and crawled on top of him. When I peeled back the duvet around his waist, his body stirred beneath me.

“Wildfire?” he rasped, voice thick with sleep, eyes ...