The Witch's Attachment · V/H/S/Beyond

The next day.

The sun was already high above the town's skyline, its golden-red light piercing the heavy blackout curtains.

It cast patches of light of varying widths across the floor. Dust drifted lazily through the beams, carrying the stillness unique to early morning.

Li Dan woke to the warmth of sunlight on his eyelids. He did not open his eyes immediately; first, he caught the fragrance lingering around his nose.

It was Angelica's natural scent mingled with the distinctive fragrance of her hair, fresh yet lingering.

He shifted his arm, only to discover that his left arm had long since gone numb beneath Angelica's head. A prickling ache spread along his nerves.

Well, most of the time, Li Dan still preferred being an ordinary person. Becoming a demon took only a moment's thought.

The Witch was far clingier in her sleep than her usual cool, aloof demeanor suggested. One long, fair-skinned thigh lay imperiously across his stomach, and her ankle unconsciously hooked toward him. There was little force behind it, but it carried an utterly trusting dependence, as though she wanted to melt him into her very flesh and blood.

The cotton quilt had become tangled around them. Angelica's long hair fanned across the pillow, a few unruly strands clinging to her cheek and the side of her neck. Her long, thick lashes cast small shadows beneath her eyes.

Her features, usually touched with reserve, had softened considerably in the morning light. Even her breathing had become slow and steady.

Li Dan turned his head and could not resist reaching out with his free right hand. His fingertips brushed lightly over her smooth forehead, its texture as fine as the best silk.

Anyone who had shared a bed knew.

Once two people grew used to sleeping together, returning to