A fugitive's presence

When he woke next, it was to sunlight bathing him in its warmth. Demetrius’ eyes fluttered open, even the lids feeling fatigued from the lack of energy. There was a particular source of warmth by his neck, soft fur pressing against him. The boy couldn’t say when Cassidy had arrived or why she’d done nothing more than curl up by him and go to sleep herself, but he was glad for the peace. There were already enough people who would lose their minds walking into the scene of Jamie lying shirtless next to him with a hand flung across his chest while she slumbered.

The serenity of the early afternoon enticed him to remain in his state of lethargy. What he would give to capture the moment and set it into a perpetual loop. The world around him had begun to move quickly; moments like these helped to ground him and return the sense of well-being he’d lost somewhere in his misguided pursuit for power and recognition.

Next to him, Jamie stirred.  

Her breathing grew