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He blinked once, and again.
I stepped closer to the cell.
He rubbed his eyes, and finally rumbled, “Tell me I’m dreaming, Fireball.”
“You’re dreaming.” I released one arm from around the pillows and carefully grabbed the cell door in the same place Jasper had.
It opened smoothly, and I didn’t try to hide my relief. “You’re not even locked in here, Auggie.”
“The thunder can’t lock me in a prison created by dragons.” His eyes narrowed. “Tell me again.”
“You’re still dreaming.” I closed the cell door behind me, listening as the strange locking mechanism refastened itself.
He inhaled. “You don’t smell like me.”
“I showered and changed.”
“If this is a dream, you should smell like me.” His growl made my body warm.
“Maybe you’re dreaming about touching me.” I crossed the room and set the pillows down on the small stone bed.
That thing was going to be a bitch to share.
There was another one in the other corner, but it was far enough away that I didn’t think there was a chance August would let me sleep on it.
He grabbed a pillow and lifted it to his nose. “This came from my room here.”
“Did it?”
I tugged my backpack off my back and started pulling out the big blanket I’d painstakingly shoved inside it. The top half stuck out the top part of the bag, but it hadn’t fallen out, so it was fine.
“This is too.” He grabbed the blanket, running the soft fabric between his fingers.
I didn’t reply as I pulled out a clean pair of sweats for him, some manly-smelling deodorant that we’d have to share, and one toothbrush that we would also be sharing.
Not the most sanitary of options, but hey. We’d make it work.
“Fireball.” He sounded angry.
“Still a dream,” I offered, zipping the bag up with the toiletries in it and setting it on the ground.
Someone would have to bring me tampons when that time of the month came around, but heat had put my period off for a good long while, so I was kind of hoping it would start again soon.
Then, we could seal the bond, and I wouldn’t have to deal with a period in jail.
Best of both worlds, right?
Minus the heat bit.
I’d be happy if I spent the rest of my life without experiencing heat again.
His hands caught my hips, and he eased my body to his. He turned me around as he did, so my front met his when I finally, gently, bumped into the bottom of the stone bed.
“Still dreaming,” I whispered, as his narrowed eyes move over my face.
Finally, his mouth met mine.
It was hot.
