What Comes Before

[Raffe]

“Your words not mine,” he laughed. Crowds streamed through as those who had been on the departed train made their way to exits, little more than background noise and distraction. A faint tingle of heat warmed Raffe’s skin, and he was still grinning, an amused twinkle in his eyes. He tried not to dwell too much on that bitten lip. Instead he leaned a little into the touch, comfortable with their ease around each other. The hand felt odd, but he didn’t remark on it or flinch away. He chuckled. “Don’t think a few minutes is enough, Nox.”