Chapter 64: [64] Whatever We Want To Be
Calypso melted into the embrace. Xavier’s arms felt like an anchor in a storm she hadn’t known was raging inside her. The warmth of his body seeped through her clothes, reminding her of just how cold immortality had been.
"This is nice," she whispered.
Xavier’s chest rose and fell beneath her cheek. "See? Just a hug. Nothing world-ending."
"Yet," Calypso added, unable to help herself.
She felt rather than heard his soft laugh. "Always the optimist."
Neither moved to break the embrace. Instead, Xavier slowly shifted backward until he sat down, pulling Calypso with him. She followed him down, unwilling to break contact. Before she realized what was happening, they were lying side by side on the mattress, arms still wrapped around each other.
"We couldn’t even keep this up for a week," Calypso said, her voice somewhere between amusement and resignation.
"Keep what up?"
"The distance." She adjusted her position, making herself half-draped across his chest. "The whole ’just acquaintances’ thing."
Xavier’s hand moved to her back, tracing small circles between her shoulder blades. "Maybe we’re overthinking it."
"Overthinking is what keeps gods from destroying the universe on a whim," Calypso countered, though she made no move to pull away from his touch.