Storm Surfer

"How much longer do I have to stand like this?" Delores muttered, frowning slightly as she hovered within the clouds, Ace still wrapped around her front like an overfamiliar carryon. His chin rested on her shoulder, his arms tucked under her armpits and wrapped around her back, steadying his rifle as he aimed at the surroundings of the cursed mist veiling the Highway Resort.

They hadn't followed Evil Eyes into Matthew's Dusk Dominion. Instead, she had pulled a feint, hiding in the clouds as per Ace's suggestion. Apparently, he was taking her hunting.

She exhaled through her nose, resisting the urge to shiver as she felt his breath brush against her collarbone, neck, and ear. Every so often, she could swear he was sniffing her. He claimed they had to stand like this so she could help absorb the recoil from his rifle, but she wasn't buying it. The way he kept subtly shifting, pressing against her under the pretense of adjusting his aim—it was obvious.