Chapter 90: Ding! Affection level +1
Damon slid the ring onto her finger. Lirae blinked rapidly, biting her lip, a smile struggling to break through her shock. "Then it’s done," she whispered.
Damon stood up, and he saw the woman look at him expectantly. He knew what he had to do now. He gulped and placed his hands on her shoulder, leaning forward to take her lips.
Lirae’s eyes widened, breath catching for a heartbeat, but she didn’t pull away. As Damon’s lips met hers, soft and deliberate, she let herself be entranced in the moment. She closed her eyes, melded into the kiss, and the blush across her cheeks deepened.
Meanwhile, Damon’s brain was in a fritz. Should he go for the tongue? Too soon? His fingers itched for a little bit of action, and his little general was alarmingly very erect. What was he supposed to do when a peerless beauty threw herself at him? He was not a fucking saint or enunch!
Thankfully, before any part of him could lose control, the kiss sort of ended in a natural way as the two of them pulled away.
Lirae’s eyes fluttered open first, still glossy from the moment, her breath slow and uneven. Damon stepped back, just a half step, enough to give her space. He could feel the heat still lingering on his lips, the softness of hers vivid in his memory.
"I suppose... we’re betrothed now," she smiled, her cheeks still flushed.
Damon opened his mouth to reply when a new notification chimed in.
[Ding! Affection level +1]