Chapter 232: Morning in His Arms
Evaline:
The first thing I felt was a soft kiss brushing against my cheek.
Then another... this one on the bridge of my nose.
A third landed just at the corner of my mouth.
A giggle slipped from my lips before I could help it, but I kept my eyes shut, choosing to enjoy the moment. I knew who it was. I didn’t need to see him to recognize the way his lips moved with playful devotion, or how his large hand was resting protectively at my waist.
"Draven," I murmured, still not opening my eyes. I buried my face deeper into the crook of his neck and his scent wrapped around me. I felt warm, safe, and cherished.
When he chuckled, it was low and quiet, like the sound was meant only for me. "I was starting to wonder how many kisses it would take to wake you."
"Apparently more than five," I whispered sleepily as a smile formed on my lips.
"Might have to try ten next time," he said, and his mouth found mine.
The kiss started sweet, but with him, sweetness rarely stayed innocent for long. His fingers skimmed up my spine through the oversized shirt I was wearing - his shirt, I realized with a sudden, drowsy flush.
His lips moved over mine with slow, devastating confidence, and soon, my breath was stolen entirely. He kissed like he had nowhere else to be, like the world outside didn’t exist, and for a few minutes, I let myself believe that.
But then, reality started to return.