The spiral called them without words, without pressure, without force. But they felt it - each of them - in the soft thrum beneath their feet, in the tingling behind their eyes, in the ache between their legs. The pulse had changed overnight. It wasn't the wild bloom of union anymore. It was something subtler now. Deeper. A summons to intimacy not just with each other, but with what they had become.
Jude stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the mist drift in slow curls along the moss. The sun had yet to rise, but the sky glowed gently - lavender and gold bleeding into one another like warm breath over bare skin. Lucy approached from behind, silent, naked still from sleep. Her fingers slid up his spine, and her body pressed against his back.
"I dreamed I was inside you," she whispered. "Not just… physically. But woven into you. Like I could feel your heartbeat from the inside."
He turned, catching her face in his hands. "You were."