Calypso melted into the embrace. Xavier's arms felt like an anchor in a storm she hadn't known was raging inside her. The warmth of his body seeped through her clothes, reminding her of just how cold immortality had been.
"This is nice," she whispered.
Xavier's chest rose and fell beneath her cheek. "See? Just a hug. Nothing world-ending."
"Yet," Calypso added, unable to help herself.
She felt rather than heard his soft laugh. "Always the optimist."
Neither moved to break the embrace. Instead, Xavier slowly shifted backward until he sat down, pulling Calypso with him. She found herself following his movement, unwilling to break contact. Before she realized what was happening, they were lying side by side on the mattress, arms still wrapped around each other.
"We couldn't even keep this up for a week," Calypso said, her voice somewhere between amusement and resignation.
"Keep what up?"
