Yelena woke when Sylvin leaned over her, stroking his hand along the line of her back as he brushed his lips over her cheek. She rolled to look up at him, the palms of her hands coming to his chest. She looked at the shirt that he wore in surprise.
“You are dressed,” she remarked.
“Something that I do on occasion,” he agreed with a smile that didn’t quite brighten his eyes.
“What is it, Sylvin?” She asked in consternation, searching his eyes.
“Morning,” he replied evasively. “I will return.”
He kissed her before she could answer, leaving her breathlessly and flustered, her body longing once more for his upon it. “You could stay,” she suggested as he smiled, brighter this time, and rolled to standing. “For a little longer.”
He paused, and looked back over his shoulder at
