Ariana's body shifted slightly as her eyes fluttered open, moving with the rhythm of her breath. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her securely, while warm breath fanned softly against her neck. Her body remained unmoving. The weight behind her, the feeling of his face nestled against the crook of her neck—it was unmistakable.
Zavren.
His presence was overwhelming and hard to ignore.
Her heart fluttered as realization dawned. Was he asleep? she wondered, biting back a gasp. Her hand slowly moved to the arm that held her, careful not to stir him. Gently, she traced her fingers along the veins on the back of his large hand.
Wait, wasn't she supposed to pull away and stand? But if she did, where would she go? She had already planned on staying here, given the gown she was wearing.
