Chapter 65: A Kiss and a Dragon
A faint rustle broke the quiet of the morning as Lirael stirred. The warmth radiating from Ethan's body wrapped around her like a cocoon, and the silky softness of the maid outfit against her skin only deepened her comfort. For the first time in years, perhaps in her whole life, she felt utterly at ease.
Her lashes fluttered, and ocean-blue eyes peeked upward. Ethan was awake, his gaze fixed on her with a softness that made her breath hitch. He wasn't just looking—he was drinking her in, as if she were something precious. That gaze stirred something deep in her chest, and a faint blush rose across her fair cheeks.
Their faces were only inches apart, breaths mingling, warm and teasing. Her heart thundered in her ears, her entire body tense with the dangerous closeness. And then, before her courage faltered, Lirael leaned up and pressed the lightest peck to his cheek.
