John choked back a grunt as he spilled moments later, slowly going still
and holding Winter with a heavy, dead arm.
He could hear the pixie's heartbeat. He could hear the rhythm of his
breath. In the silence of the room it was like a symphony, the beat carried
by the crackling fire.
"I have wanted you for so long," he admitted quietly.
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John choked back a grunt as he spilled moments later, slowly going still and holding Winter with a heavy, dead arm.
He could hear the pixie's heartbeat. He could hear the rhythm of his breath. In the silence of the room it was like a symphony, the beat carried by the crackling fire.
"I have wanted you for so long," he admitted quietly.