บท 49: The Wonder of You - Part 1

~ TARKYN ~

Eventually, he and Harth had rolled to their sides, limbs still tangled in each other, hearts and minds still marveling at the miracle. Neither of them had been willing to part, so they'd ended up facing each other, but pinned together, bodies entwined.

Quiet smiles and gentle kisses branded his heart—his heart that thrummed as if it fed power to his veins. Every nerve ending on his body seemed heightened, the slightest brush of her hand or warmth of her skin almost overwhelming. In all his years as a soldier, a servant, and a male, Tarkyn had never felt more alive. Never felt more joy.

The thought that their time was short, that the sun would rise in a few short hours, made him jittery and frantic at the idea of letting her go. But he pushed the niggling dread away when Harth smiled again and stroked his chest.

They curled together, both sighing happily, and before long, they'd both dozed off.