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when she had met this boy, he had been just that: a sleepy boy who had followed her into the teeth of a storm. the languid gesture took on a new meaning; coupled with the less boyish and more knowing look in his face, teya felt herself grow more doting.
to quell the irritating lap of senselessness that ate at her more and more, she tore her eyes away from his and lay down where she had sat, curling tail as tightly as she might against her annoyed flank.
and yet — the raven found herself looking at him again, watching him with some new tinge to her coolwater eyes. "how warm?"
damn her. and damn him. she could not help herself.