After months of worrying constantly about her safety, at least on one level or another, Thomas' embrace really did feel like coming home. The familiar weight of his arms around her, the scent of cologne and silk and leather she came to associate with him, both worked to put her body at ease, if not her mind.
Despite becoming used to the stupor of arousal that surrounded those of the White Court, she had lost that familiarity with her lover, and the attraction to him hit her full on, her eyes darkening even as his own seemed to gloss over with a light cast of silver. She worried the swell of her bottom lip between her teeth as his fingers drew away, nodding without trusting herself to speak.