Chapter 83: Dreaming Of A Kiss.
The garden was a masterpiece of vibrant blooms, each petal kissed by sunlight, casting a soft, golden glow over everything.
Salviana walked among the flowers, the sweet fragrance surrounding her like an embrace.
As she moved deeper into the garden, her gaze fell on Alaric, who was crouched by a cluster of flowers, his dark hair catching the light in a way that made him look softer, almost tender.
She took a few silent steps forward, planning to tap his shoulder, but before she could reach him, he turned and caught her gaze with a small, warm smile.
"Enjoying the view?" he teased, his voice low and rich, as if he’d been waiting for her all along.
Before she could respond, he rose and, with a fluid motion, swept her up into his arms. His touch felt different, familiar yet strangely new—his fingers were bare and warmer than she’d ever felt.
Her heart fluttered as he carried her to a nearby bench, where he sat her down gently, never breaking eye contact. They were alone in this serene world, and Salviana felt her heart pounding.
In the glow of the garden, his features softened but somehow grew even more striking. She reached up almost instinctively, her hand moving to touch his hair, her fingers weaving through the soft strands.
He caught her wrist, holding it to his lips, his kiss melting her with a warmth that made her smile despite herself.
His hand slid to her waist, drawing her closer until they were nearly touching, the bench shrinking with the intensity of their closeness.
The moment was electric, her heart racing as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing her cheek.