The walk was peaceful, the starry night and thrum of crickets easing her tired mind.
Her gaze turned starry, her body easing against his.
Easing her pain cost him nothing, but he wasn't about to go hungry.
Building their relationship would mean easing into intimacy once more.
Easing to the edge of the swamp cooler, she eyed the distance and drew a deep breath.
She shifted against him, easing around him.
His strength and warmth pierced her body, somehow easing the gravity of her world.
His gaze fell to the hand, and he stopped suddenly, puzzlement easing his anger.
He touched her, and familiar warmth flashed through her, easing the pain.
He smoothed out her hair and finally rested a feathery hand on her eyes, easing her into a restless sleep that didn't last long enough.