"Mm," Rhane groaned, leaning closer. He inhaled the soft scent of something fruity and oceanic at the same time. So delicate, like a citrus scent filling the cold sea air.
Batting his lashes once and again, Rhane opened his eyes. As suspected, in his arms Jenna rested peacefully, her soft hum filling the room while she slept so deeply.
Feeling the side of his head ache, Rhane adjusted but gently so he wouldn't wake the sleeping beauty in his arms. Earlier, after he'd noticed that Jenna was suspecting him, he waited around to see what she would do and, to his surprise, she chose to get him drunk.
It had been difficult for Rhane to keep up character while being intoxicated, so he chose to speak slow and short, and when he could no longer control it, he passed out.
"Mm," Rhane rubbed his forehead and sat up, placing Jenna's head on the stacked-up bag used as a pillow. He quietly left the tent.
