Celta Thursday, Upcoming Heart Fire cut
He took a waterfall, dried off, and sank into the comfort of his bedsponge, pulling linens over himself. Pinky settled on the far edge of the bed on his pillow, as plump as the cat himself, and dropped into snuffling sleep.
As Antenn's mind whirled with images of the day – and he sure preferred Tiana Mugwort over GraceLord Equisetum – he let himself fall into the near-sleeping. And reached for his unknown HeartMate.
To no avail. Though their link was small, it was strong, and seemed to be thickening by the minute. Yet he didn't find her in sleep...to maybe have some invigorating dream sex. Maybe he should try...but black exhaustion drowned him.