The answer made me look back toward the screen before he could see how much I liked it.
We continued watching as the volcano finally erupted and the city descended into predictable chaos. The rain around the terrace grew heavier, but none of it crossed into the sheltered space. Zhenlan's power guided the wind around us so gently that the candles and small lights barely moved.
I rested against him until my tea cooled and the popcorn bowl became empty.
At some point, my hand settled on his wrist where it rested near my shoulder. I didn't remember deciding to touch him, but my fingers remained there, feeling the steady beat of his pulse beneath his skin.
Zhenlan looked down at my hand.
"This doesn't count as making the first move," I warned him.
"I didn't say anything."
"You were thinking loudly."
