Chapter 94: Demons are as boisterous as they are dramatic
"Good morning,"
The first thing that greeted me as I blinked my bleary eyes open was Natha’s dazzling smile. The second thing was the low, gentle whisper of good morning. And the third was a slow, tender, sweet kiss upon my lips.
Indeed. What a good morning it was, even though it was raining outside.
When Natha parted his lips, he only used the few seconds after that to gaze into my confused—but delighted—eyes at this display of tenderness before stroking my cheek and giving me another beautiful smile. As I blinked in a mind-blinding wondrous, he chuckled and went back to kiss me again.
I was confused, but I wasn’t complaining.
I felt like we spent that morning just kissing for a long time, until I felt the coldness of the room and shivered. Natha let my lips go then, and kissed my cheek before wordlessly tucking me back inside the blanket and walking to the steaming tray on the table—like always.
As I waited for him, I wondered about the fact that I had never felt uncomfortable from Natha’s cold temperature, even though I’d shivered and reacted to cold weather. Was it magic? Or was it because it was someone I liked?
Who knew? But I knew that Natha was in a really good mood this morning. And I knew why...probably.
Yeah...my body had been wiped clean and free of any slimy substance, and with good sleep, it almost felt like nothing happened. But this refreshed mind, of course, refused to forget. How could it, when it was also another first for me?
As Natha came back and put the steaming cup in my palm, my gaze fell upon his fingers and I blushed slightly knowing where they were last night.
Where they were and what they had done to me.