m hit at

anes of the East Wing, shak

, a storm meant leaks. It meant the

ilk pajamas-part of the "wardrobe"

t was wide enough for two, but she stuck to th

she muttered to the c

back to him and

CK-

e close. The room lit up

her body jerkin

which meant it was soft and slightly fluid. Her

id bac

lided with F

ut another clap of thunder roare

She didn't move away.

She threw her arm across his chest and tangled h

t him. Soft curves. Trembling limbs. A foreign, l

a clear signal through the noise. The

st his neck. It was sensory overload for him. His brai

his shirt, half-asleep, half-de

Fleet t

enter of his consciousness. She wasn't ask

, a desperate, silent roar.

squeezed him tighter. Her hand pressed flat aga

seemed to jump from the air

Fleet

ght hand. Every ounce of willpo

n, it h

x finger

A spasm. But against her palm

. Her eyes s

room was dark, lit only

" she w

red at

," she begge

d. One mi

hand was as s

laughing at herself. "I'm losin

away. The storm was

ead back down

ispered. "Thanks for the twi

, roaring triumph echoing throug

he fell asleep. He stayed awake all