Atticus felt lost in the softness of Anorah's lips.
It felt like placing your lips inside a warm, velvety sweetness, soft, divine, almost unreal.
After basically bullying him into inviting her over to Eldoralth after the games, Anorah had suddenly kissed him. Not that Atticus was complaining. If it were up to him, he'd gladly forget the impending battle entirely and remain trapped inside this kiss forever.
But Atticus knew better. He wasn't allowed the luxury of such foolish thoughts, not now.
After a few long, passionate seconds, Anorah slowly pulled back. He stared into her golden eyes. The silver moon shimmered across them, swallowing half of her beautiful pupils. A shame.
"Why'd you stop?" he asked.
"Ouuh, seems like someone's forgetting we have a war to fight."
"I'm sure that can wait."
Anorah shook her head and pulled back from him completely, straightening her clothes.
"We both know it can't."
