[It's too effective, how his gentle statements dig in under her coolant-sealed skin. She knows. Even before he'd brought it to the forefront of their conversation, Aeryn could feel heat radiating from her own skin, trapped between the cold of her suit and the heat of her body.
But she spends more time in that room than out of it these days, and there's nothing even remotely appealing about the thought of going back.] A few hundred more microts.
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But she spends more time in that room than out of it these days, and there's nothing even remotely appealing about the thought of going back.] A few hundred more microts.