Brandon blinked slowly as he regained his consciousness.
His face was buried deep between Naevora's full breasts, the soft, warm mounds pressed firmly against his cheeks.
One of her arms was draped loosely over his back, fingers resting against his spine, while her other hand lay palm-up near his head, as if she'd been stroking his hair while he slept.
Glancing around slightly, he realized that he was in the tent.
A low, muffled sigh escaped his lips as he exhaled directly into the valley of her cleavage.
The warm breath ghosted across her skin, making her nipple pebble instantly against his cheek.
Naevora glanced down at him "You wake?"
Brandon nuzzled deeper for one shameless second, savoring the softness, the warmth, and the steady rhythm of her heart against his face.
Then he tilted his head just enough to look up at her.
Her eyes gazed down at him, and he gave a nod "Yeah..."
