Savannah all-too-happily allowed him to pull her against his body. Her heart thumped hard in her chest, and, ear against his chest, she could hear his heart as well. It beat at its natural pace, seemingly slow compared to her own, and she urged her heart and breathing to match his.
Her arms slid around him, as snug in their shared warmth as though he had thrown a blanket over her. She was surprised to find that she was not only comfortable, she was content. It was the first time all day the Disease had faded from the forefront of her mind. Her soggy brain was quiet and peaceful, and she smiled widely against his shirt.
There were not words to describe how good it felt to just lie there with him, thoughtless and drifting, with the moonlight as their only witness. There was a dreamlike quality, as though they could shape the world around them if they chose...and that was something Savannah never wanted to see broken.