~ JAYAH ~
When Skhal first pulled away, adrenaline flooded Jayah—was he leaving? Had something happened that she didn't understand?
But Skhal took her hand and drew her forward as he walked back—to a simple space at the back of the cave where he'd spread furs and rested his bag. His resources in case he was stuck there for days.
Heart racing, Jayah bit her lip as he drew her towards them and his eyes dropped to her mouth, light and heat blazing in them until she almost laughed with the sheer delight of it all. But her mirth faded quickly when he'd drawn her to the furs so that she stood at their edge. And then he knelt, still holding her hand, but down on one knee and staring up at her, a smile on his face that beamed like the sun. He pulled her hand to his chest and flattened it there, holding her to him, his pulse hammering under her palm.