"And what exactly did you have in mind?" Her warm body pressed against his, as her fingers found their way to the tucked hem of his button-down shirt. One thing he could always be certain of was that she would find a way to have direct skin contact with him whenever possible. The first time he’d gently shaken her awake, pulling her from the grips of a nightmare, she’d gripped his face with both hands, and tears escaped her eyes as his magic cooled her overheated skin. When she’d calmed down, she’d explained to him how that was how she was able to ground herself enough to communicate with him when she was dreaming. She knew because she couldn't feel his magic, it wasn’t real and she wasn’t safe. And while she hadn’t said the other part, what he’d heard was: The icy cold touch of his magic, which often caused people to withdraw their hand quickly during a friendly handshake, made her feel