She expected the smooth substance to go on cold, but it was almost hot to the touch. Celeste breathed evenly, trying not to move. His hand was warm and slightly rough against her skin. Celeste had been fighting exhaustion not ten minutes prior; she was fully awake now.
The brunette visually inspected the stone in her palm. It was beautiful. Reminded her of the optimism of driving to a new place. Escape. Wheels turning, carrying her away, the next best thing to wings Celeste had ever been able to find.