Urag smirked, the corner of his lips curling with a lazy, knowing warmth.
"Something else?" he echoed, voice dropping to a low, teasing rumble. "Mmm… could be something like stolen cheek kisses."
His fingers brushed hers, barely there, before pulling away with a deliberately slow flick.
"Or maybe," he mused, his eyes darkening with mock contemplation, "it's letting you lie on my chest while I pretend I'm not already ruined in how perfect you feel pressed against me."
He leaned in, their noses barely brushing, his voice soft and sincere this time, a quiet admission. "And maybe… I'll just let you stay here with me, like this."
"Urag," Eiravyne said sharply, pulling herself back . "Come on… You keep playing around."
She shook her head lightly, a smile flickering on her lips as she pushed herself away from him.
Urag paused for a beat, then reached forward and gently pinched the tip of her nose, a crooked grin tugging at his lips.
