Evren let out a soft laugh. "It's Ezrik. But he's asleep."
Willow released a breath, biting back her reaction as she finally registered the oversized jacket wrapped around her body. Ezrik's jacket. The scent of flowers and whatever-masculine thing he always carried clung to her like a second skin.
Outside the cave, she could hear faint whispers, voices that didn't belong to Indigo or Sage. But Willow couldn't look away from Evren. He was kneeling in front of her like she was something fragile and precious, someone he wasn't willing to lose.
He leaned in slowly.
Their noses brushed, a gentle, intimate nudge that made her heartbeat stutter and her entire body jolt awake.
Then he kissed her.
Soft at first, careful, worshipping. His lips lingered on hers, warm and reluctant... until she kissed him back, accepting him fully.
The kiss deepened almost instantly, growing hungry, like they were terrified the other might disappear if they stopped.
