He held me and his rigid body began to release tension breath by breath. "Nova," he said into my hair, like saying my name was its own kind of relief.
I pressed my cheek against his chest and felt his heart beating fast and uneven. I wrapped my arms around his waist and traced a slow pattern down the length of his spine, which was something I had started doing without deciding to and had apparently kept doing without noticing.
"Do you want to go and talk in our room?" I asked.
He pulled back to look down at me and I caught the expression on his face before I could prepare for it. Surprised and quietly lit up by something. His hazel eyes had settled back from the black of his anger into a deep treacle and they were showing me everything the bond made visible.
"Our room?" he said.
