I stayed on one side. Draven remained on the other. A ridiculous amount of empty space separated us and for several moments we stared at the ceiling.
"This is strange." I admitted.
"A little." He said.
"You are taking this remarkably well." I said.
"I spent weeks wondering if you would ever trust me enough to reach this point." He said.
His honesty caught me off guard and I turned slightly toward him.
"You were wondering?" I asked.
"I am not made of stone, Seraphina." He admitted and a smile touched my lips.
"No, I suppose you are not." I said.
Silence settled between us again. Comfortable silence. Safe silence.
Eventually exhaustion began pulling at me and the last thing I remembered was the steady sound of Draven's breathing somewhere beside me.
Then darkness claimed me. The d
