"Sorry I was so hard on you. I don't like to see you get hurt, Aimee, especially when you just shrug it off like that."

Now it was Cameron's turn to close the gap between them. The electronic apology prompted a slight cringe from him, but he quickly capitalised on it by shuffling along the couch to ease an arm around his girl. There was no resistance, and he planted a kiss on her forehead to iron the wrinkles out of the mood. Then he mustered the courage to ease the tube of Nectar from Aimee's grasp and held it up to the window. It was easy to see how it got its name; in the morning light, the liquid glistened like honey, casting gold flecks against his skin. A moment later, he offered it back to Aimee with a look of distaste, which in an instant vanished; a spark of excitement, and the proffered vial was promptly retracted.

"What if we make an antidote?"