This was the first time Lethia had ever seen Zeran asleep. Deeply.
She even lifted her head a few times, testing if the arm he used as her pillow had gone numb under her cheek.
Yet every time she moved, Zeran instinctively pulled her back into his embrace, holding her tighter in his sleep.
She thought he'd wake up, open his eyes—but no. He stayed asleep, peacefully, not even a faint snore.
Every time the tip of her nose brushed against his firm chest as he drew her close, Lethia couldn't help wondering, did his body crave her even in his dreams?
Her stomach churned, overwhelmed by feelings she hadn't known she could feel. It would be greedy to assume this was love. But… was it wrong to feel this safe, this warm?
Her thighs pressed together, trembling—something throbbed between them.
She still remembered how her body had buckled in the bathroom earlier, how her limbs had gone weak just from Zeran rubbing his veiny shaft between her thighs.
