Chapter 43: Silent Trouble
Zamian chuckled softly at Mira’s expression, the way her eyes widened in surprise, and leaned in closer, resting his face against her neck. The floral scent that surrounded her was intoxicating—she smelled heavenly. It enveloped him, stirring something deep within. Before Mira could move, he whispered in a deep, velvet voice, "Just a little longer." Her heart raced, pounding like a drum in her chest. As she opened her mouth to respond, she froze, feeling the warmth of his wet tongue brush lightly against her skin. His hot breath fanned her neck, creating a ticklish sensation that stirred emotions she couldn’t quite comprehend. The warmth of his breath awakened something inside her, leaving her momentarily breathless.
"Are you not going to sleep?" she managed to ask, her voice trembling slightly as she still felt his slow, steady breath against her neck. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had just lightly brushed his lips against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine and leaving her with a mix of curiosity and anticipation coursing through her veins.
He finally pulled away, a flash of something in his eyes—something even he couldn’t understand. "Now sleep," he said as he hugged her on the bed. Mira’s heart drummed; was this how he felt when she had cuddled with him that day, or was it just her?
"Mira, stop tempting me. Go to sleep now," he said.
Mira stared up at him as he gently parted and caressed her head. Why was he doing that? It was soothing and comforting, but she felt as if she were being treated like a child. Zamian then bent closer, her hazel almond eyes so innocent yet tempting. Mira looked into his dark eyes, which seemed like diamonds locked away from her reach. They were the opposite of her own eyes, which were full of light.
He finally shifted his gaze and gently pinched her cheek, a rare display of tenderness from his usually reserved demeanor. His ears were slightly pink, though Mira didn’t notice as she decided to sleep. Zamian’s usual control was slipping, but he masked it well with his composed exterior. Mira was sure that tomorrow would be a long day, and despite the comforting gesture, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Zamian’s behavior was different from his usual self.
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