Urag leaned in, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment.
He brushed his nose lightly against hers, once, then twice, a soft, quiet touch .
Each time, his breath was warm on her skin, his eyes never leaving hers.
Eiravyne held her breath, feeling the soft pressure of his nose against hers, and then again, a tender glide that left her breathless, like he was trying to bridge the space between them.
And then, he pulled back just a little, his forehead resting against hers, his breath still uneven .
"You know," he whispered, his voice low and light, "If I'm going to keep dreaming about you, I might start charging for it."
The smile tugging at Eiravyne's lips betrayed her.
"Huh?" she replied.
"Mhm," he murmured, his nose brushing hers one last time, a deliberate, slow tease. "I could make a fortune with all these dreams about you."
Eiravyne laughed, pushing lightly against his chest.
