Like a cat curling up even tighter into a corner on an ice-cold day, Le An stirred for a moment with closed eyes in Taras's arms. And Taras, as if each little movement interrupted his thoughts, drew Le An closer to himself every time.
After a while, Le An's body rested on top of Taras's, and as they shared body heat, Le An's legs gradually relaxed and finally stretched downward.
"Why are you like this, Treasure?"
"Breathe…"
"Treasure, wake up."
Le An couldn't answer Taras's questions for a while. Only irrelevant words or murmurs that couldn't be understood from between his lips came out. It was as if all he wanted was to doze off like this, pressed against him.
Taras soon felt that, like their body heat, their heartbeats had started to synchronize over time. Le An's heart returned from an unusually slow rhythm to normal, while Taras's, which had been pounding and tight, gradually settled back to normal.
