Thick spray washed over him, smelling of salt and brine. It felt wonderful. It tasted of freedom. He inhaled deeply, smiling up at the moon’s thickening crescent. There was movement behind him. “I’m sorry.” Liz’s voice was soft enough that he might have missed it if not for his augmented hearing. “About the other day, when we woke up. I mean, how I reacted.” Blair turned to face her, reply lost. He couldn’t help but stare. The moonlight polished her eyes to brilliant sapphires and painted her river of bronze hair into platinum. She was a wholly different person than he’d met what felt a lifetime ago but was, in reality, a handful of days. The change was not just physical, though she’d changed dramatically in that way too. Soft curves had transformed into the toned muscles of a lifelong athlete, just as his own body had transformed. The changes went deeper though. The determination and borderline hostility in her gaze had softened, hinting at a vulnerability he doubted she’d ever willingly show him, or anyone for that matter.
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