Delia's heart was still pounding from their clumsy, funny fall in the hallway. She stood before the vanity mirror in his room, her cheeks flushed, her whole body humming with a nervous, excited energy. Eric came up behind her, his arms wrapping around her in a warm, possessive embrace.
"Reward?" Delia asked, her voice a little breathless as she looked at their reflection in the large, ornate mirror.
"Mmmm," Eric replied, his voice a low, pleased rumble in her ear as he inhaled her scent. He gently pushed the shawl from her shoulders, letting it fall in a soft heap on the floor. He then took a fist full of her hair and put it to the front and leaned in, his lips pressing a soft, warm kiss to the back of her neck, right where it met her shoulder.
