Chapter 269: Riding the Moon
Nova’s POV
I woke up feeling like I was riding the moon.
That sounds ridiculous, right? But that’s the only way I can describe it. Light. Floating. Soft. Magical. Like the world had decided, just for a moment, to stop being cruel and complicated, and instead cradle me in the gentle arms of something right.
I opened my eyes slowly, not because I was tired, but because I wanted to savor everything. The scent of pine and something warm and smoky—Eldur’s scent—clung to the room like a spell. The golden morning light filtered through the curtains in ribbons, dancing across his pale walls.
And there he was.
Eldur Daegon.
Sleeping beside me.
His white hair looked like moonlight scattered across the pillow. His arm was still around me, fingers splayed over my waist like he’d been afraid I might vanish in the night. He wasn’t snoring—of course he wasn’t, he’d never do something as normal as snore—but his breathing was soft and even, and I could feel it, every rise and fall, against my back.
I smiled.
Last night, we kissed like the world was ending. Like we were the only two people left. I kissed him like a girl who had no idea how lucky she was. And maybe I didn’t. Because how did someone like me end up with someone like him?
"Are you watching me sleep?" Eldur’s voice was raspy and low, pulling me from my daydream.