The next morning.
Eiravyne stirred to the softest sensation, a warm breath near her cheek, then the delicate press of lips against her skin.
Not urgent. Not possessive. Just… teasing. Like one might greet a sleeping child.
She didn't open her eyes at first, unsure if it was part of a dream.
Then it came again, his lips, brushing against the edge of her cheekbone, lingering just long enough to melt into warmth.
She felt the faintest huff of a smile against her skin.
"Mmm," he hummed softly, his voice coated with sleep. "You sleep like a kitten after rain."
Her lashes fluttered, and when she finally opened her eyes, Urag was propped up on one elbow, gazing at her.
"Caught you," he whispered, grinning faintly, and gave her another gentle kiss, closer to her temple this time.
"You were smiling in your sleep," he added, his hand slipping to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was hoping I had something to do with it."
