Angua held Dean as his movements slowed, closing her eyes to focus more on other senses, his warm body, the way he felt inside while he remained there, the scent of sex and sweat and the sound of their heavy breathing. The words I love you were on the tip of her tongue, and though she cared for him in her own way, he wasn't who they were meant for.

"Stay," she whispered instead, kissing his neck and unwinding her legs from around him. "I'll keep you safe."