Gilbert's hands run over your skin, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your figure. You feel as if you're melting into his arms, his body so close to yours that you can feel his slow heartbeat.

He whispers in your ear, "Don't get up, little rabbit. We can stay here forever," his breath hot against your skin.

Gilbert wraps his arms around you tighter, turning you so your body is pressed to his chest, blocking out the morning rays of yet another day in Obsidian.