The sunlight spreads towards his hand, palm up on my pillow. The marks his fangs left, when I told him to be silent, and he used it as a gag, have faded.
The pool of light edges closer but he doesn’t move, or glance at it, keeping his eyes open, fixed on me.
Light laps at fingertips and I imagine the pale skin flushing poison-apple red, spurting flames, crisply blackening...
My hand covers his and he smiles knowingly, with no hint of relief.
“You knew I wouldn’t let you burn.”
And I kiss him to silence.
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