After what seemed like forever under his crushing weight, he propped himself up on his hands, staring down at me with wide, sated eyes. One of his fingertips brushed my hair from my face. Unusual warmth resonated in those honey depths I could never truly see in his human skin.

He would have never let me in before.

His glossy black hair hung past his shoulders, curved horns extending from between locks of hair.

I reached up, caressing his horns, somewhat ...