-Vaughn Blackmore:
Ryland was lying back properly now, and I settled against his chest in a way that felt so natural it almost irritated me how fast I'd gotten used to it. One of my arms was behind his shoulders, the other hand still holding his, mostly out of habit at this point. His fingers kept turning slightly, distracted, as he stared down at the ring like he was still trying to convince himself it was real.
The room was quiet in that soft, late kind of way, where nothing outside matters for a while.
And then, like it had been sitting in his head for a while, he finally spoke.
"So the ears aren't wolf ears?"
I hummed lightly, not even looking away from him.
"No," I said. "They belong to my fox."
That got his attention more than I expected. His head tilted slightly against my chest as he looked up at me, brows drawn together in curiosity.
"My fox ears," I added, a little quieter.
He stayed silent, so I kept going, letting it come out more naturally now that I'd started.
