Chapter 72: Antics
Valerian slowly pulled away, his breath uneven as he fought to restrain himself from wanting more. His hands remained cradling her face, his thumb gently tracing slow circles against her skin.
Instead of pulling away completely, he leaned in once more—this time, resting his forehead against hers. His eyes fluttered shut while a soft smile tugged at his lips as he exhaled deeply, savoring the moment.
"You... are so brave to trust someone again," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with admiration.
Noelle's breath hitched at his words. Her fingers, still curled into the fabric of his coat, tightened just slightly. She wasn't sure why, but hearing him say that—acknowledging just how much it took for her to get here—made something deep inside her ache.
