I lay beside Emi, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Her blue hair spread across my pillow like spilled paint, and her face looked so peaceful I almost felt bad about corrupting her.
Almost.
A soft green light began to pulse beneath her skin. At first, I thought it was just the moonlight playing tricks, but then I recognized it—her healing aura activating on its own. The warm energy flowed from her fingertips where they rested against my chest, seeping into my muscles and spreading throughout my body.
"Well, that's interesting," I murmured.
The soreness vanished from my limbs. The slight burn in my abs disappeared. And most noticeably, a certain part of my anatomy decided it was ready for round two.
Emi's eyes fluttered open, drawn by my voice or maybe by the change in my body. Her gaze drifted down, and her lips formed a perfect 'O'.
"That was fast," she whispered, a blush painting her cheeks.
