Lyra's POV
We lay spent on the ground, the grass soft but scratchy against my bare back, his outstretched arm lying beneath my head like a pillow.
It was a bit hard but nonetheless comforting as a pillow. But it didn't matter. The mere fact that I was in his arms would always be comforting to me.
His fingers caressed my hair, slipping through the silky strands. I could almost feel his fingers on my skull. I snuggled into his arms, enjoying the warmth and heat of his big body around me. It wouldn't last. I know it wouldn't. Not because I plan to leave soon, but because he would always choose the timeline over me. I could never beat that. And for the while this lasted, I wanted to enjoy it, to make the most of it.
Draziel brushed a lock of hair covering my face, sweeping it over my ear to reveal my face to his eyes. "I love looking into your face, Lyra. Your smile is the most beautiful I have seen." He said.
