Heat rushed to her face so fast it could have powered a steam engine.
Gavriel felt the flush before he saw it, her emotions brushing against him with an unnerving clarity that was sharper than anything he'd experienced, embarrassment and awareness and a very particular panic.
"We both passed out, and I woke up with both of our training suits off," he said, keeping his voice even, like this was no big deal even though his heart was thudding like a humming bird. "But I would have taken them off regardless. We would have overheated."
Technically true. Strategically worded. He left out the part where he'd slid her thong up her legs while barely breathing. That detail could live and die in this cavern.
Serena was too drained to interrogate it. Her brain had the processing power of a candle in a hurricane, and she was choosing to spend what remained on standing upright.
