The Heat
It started as warmth where Owen’s hand rested.
Not imagined warmth.
Real warmth, spreading like a pulse.
Miles’ breath caught.
His fingers dug into the armrests as his stomach clenched, because he didn’t want to believe it—and yet he couldn’t deny what he felt.
The warmth intensified, moving up his leg in a slow wave.
Then came a strange tingling, like nerves waking after being asleep too long.
Miles gasped, the sound escaping him before he could stop it.
His back arched slightly, his body reacting ahead of his thoughts.
“Ow—” he began, but the word broke apart.
A sharp, electric surge shot through him, sudden and deep, and he cried out.
“Ahh!”
