Yesi
Nox and I stood in relative silence following Leon’s abrupt exit. It was a little awkward, to be honest, but I was far too exhausted to care. One of my hands flew to my mouth as I tried to halt a yawn.
He noticed; Nox eased closer, his movements slow and deliberate as his stony grey eyes peered into mine. I maintained eye contact until he caressed my cheek, sending tingles shooting down my body. I felt my muscles relax as I shut my eyes to the world. His every gesture expressed a gentle side of him, as if he thought I might crack with the tiniest amount of force.
He kissed my forehead, sending another bout of electricity coursing through me. “Tired?” he asked, his breath tickling my skin. He smelled of rosemary, citrus, and mint, all wrapped up in a musky, woodsy package. I breathe
