Elle's first instinct was to push the wing away, keep herself at a safe distance. She was oddly frozen in place, however, and toppled onto Ghaleon with her arms hugged around her knees. She looked like a tipped-over doll as she leaned awkwardly on the angel's bare arm. His skin was warm and alive where her cheek pressed against it, and she felt her face turn hot with embarrassment.<br/><br/>A voice in her head, Lee's voice, whispered that she was a whore. Elle swallowed hard and managed to untangle her arms from around her legs, pushing herself up a little. Ghaleon's wing was soft and radiated heat like a warm blanket, and despite herself Elle could not push it away. She remained where she was, her heart starting to hammer in her chest as a strange sort of panic began to expand through her body. She could smell his skin and feel his body heat radiating from him.<br/><br/>Whore, Lee's voice murmured again, and Elle closed her eyes to attempt to control herself.