Leon's hand moved naturally to rest atop Seraphine's purple hair, his fingers gently patting her head in a gesture of genuine appreciation. The moment his touch made contact, her entire body trembled with an intensity that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the overwhelming rush of emotion that surged through her.
Her knees nearly buckled beneath her as warmth spread from where his hand rested, cascading down through her entire being like liquid fire. Her breath caught in her throat, and her amethyst eyes fluttered closed for just a moment, savoring the simple yet profound intimacy of the gesture. Even through her armor, she could feel her skin tingling, every nerve ending suddenly hyperaware of his proximity.
He's praising me… touching me…
