mitochondriaeve 2008-04-09 04:14 am UTC (link) Comment Posted Successfully The situation was no less intence than the heat struggling to escape Eve’s nerve endings. Yet Eve’s mitochondria obviously all agreed, in unison, that doing anything rash, now, might be a fatal move.
Eve remained still, standing rigidly on the spot, eyes suddenly glazing with uncertain despair. His words slid across her skin as she shivered, the heat around her body beggining to show a distinct glow, a certain mitochondrial reaction to his hasty move.