Grey woke with a start, his eyes snapping open as half his mind tried to convince him that whatever had happened before he passed out had been some bizarre dream.
Unfortunately, reality was considerably more embarrassing than a wet dream, because Elowen really had kissed him, and Grey had responded to finally getting that lucky by immediately losing consciousness.
He slowly sat up in the unfamiliar room and began cursing beneath his breath, wondering what sort of cosmic asshole timed things that perfectly.
He could still remember the softness of Elowen's lips and the faint scent clinging to her even after everything they had been through, which made absolutely no sense considering the blood, smoke, shattered stone, and general apocalypse they had spent the last several hours swimming through.
