[ Fuck, Ephemera thinks, staring at Drake. That smile. That’s going to be the end of him. Because Drake means it, all of it. And it feels easy when Ephemera takes his hand, leaning against him. Letting Drake help him over.
It won’t be the first time they’ve shared a bed. But it -
no subject
It won’t be the first time they’ve shared a bed. But it -
Matters. It matters. This time is different.
He sighs. Closes his good eye. ]
Okay.