End of the week

I wake with a parched mouth. Taran is holding me close to him, and I debate whether getting water is worth leaving his arms. The feeling of my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth has me slide out of bed.

Since Taran and I plan to spend most of our time in bed, I get us a pitcher of water and two glasses. I take a big drink, then refill my cup before walking back into my room. After placing the water down on the night tables, I cuddle back in bed with Taran.

I feel a rush through my body as my skin comes into contact with his. Taran must feel something too, because he groans. Reddish-orange reptilian eyes open, and before I can blink, Taran is on top of me. We spend the morning tangled in each other. By the end, my body feels both heavy and light. I am not sure my arms or legs will move any time soon. Taran’s arms wrapped around me when I finally catch my breath; I tell him, “I brought us some water.”

Taran lightly runs his fingers down my b