He can’t stop the groan that fills him at the image that creates in his head. “You torture me. But I have to go.”
He steals one last kiss before slipping from the room.
A Perfect Day
Episode 109
It’sbeenaslowday. A quiet day. Hours spent sitting and talking both in Rominy’s grandmother’s cottage and on his pebbled beach.
Elowyn leans back against him now as they snuggle against the headboard on their bed, gazing out at the brilliant sunset.
“Thank you for today,” she says softly.
“You aren’t going crazy with the waiting?”
She sighs. “Perhaps a little. But I believe I’m getting better at just existing. As long as you’re here to help me.”
He tightens his arm where it wraps around her waist and kisses her temple. “Today has been my perfect day. Spending it quietly with you.”
She turns to gaze at him. They’re so different, the two of them.
Yet somehow perfect together.
“We’ll have more days like this, my love. If you enjoy them so much.”
“In between our adventures chasing your dragons, of course. And building treehouses with crooked floors.”
That makes her smile. It isn’t that crooked.
She gazes back toward the sunset as he draws her hair aside and presses his lips to her neck.
“How are you feeling?” he murmurs. His voice is husky and full of desire, and she melts at the heat barely contained within his question.
“I’m a little tired,” she reluctantly says. “But I don’t want you to stop.”
“I’ve barely started,” he says with a smile in his voice.
“It was enough to make me long for more.”
“Just relax, then, El. Let me love you in the quiet moments tonight.”
When a gentle, misty rain starts to fall, she lets go of her magic again. It’s not as eager as it was last night. As demanding. It just exists around them, playing with the raindrops as they fall. She grows warm, but Rominy doesn’t complain.
He kisses her softly. His touch is gentle and soothing, turning her into a drowsy puddle rather than igniting her fire.
Was that his goal?
“You’re just making me sleepy,” she murmurs. “I thought we were—”
He presses his finger to her lips. “You need rest. Just sleep, love.”
She’d argue, but her will to do anything beyond sleep melts away with his touch. How can he set her on fire one night and lull her to sleep so easily the next? It’s like magic.
And she stops fighting it as she gives in to her need to rest.
Forawhile,Rominywatches Elowyn slumber. That was easier than he thought it would be.
Hecould tell she needed sleep more than she needed to be set on fire. Convincing her of that would have been far more difficult than what he did, though.
