Vizet straightened up on the sofa and reached out to hook the blanket over from the other side.
When he pulled the blanket over them, he saw Luna's faintly flushed cheeks. He really couldn't help himself, so he pecked her on the forehead.
Luna's eyelashes trembled again, and she launched her counterattack with practiced ease, gently nibbling at his collarbone.
The first time she had done this, Luna had not quite controlled her strength, and it had been easy to leave a red mark behind.
After she had done it more often, she became skilled at it and could control the pressure very well, making sure no marks were left.
Although Luna thought so, Vizet could still feel a faintly damp coolness spreading from his neck.
Especially since it was winter now, the chill was much more obvious than it had been in autumn.
"I feel a little cold..." Vizet said, beginning to adjust his posture and shifting a little closer to Luna.
He saw Luna close her eyes, only her eyelashes trembling softly, so he shifted again, leaned a little farther forward, and wrapped an arm around Luna's waist.
The distance between them grew even smaller, close enough that they could easily feel each other's breathing.
Luna tilted her head slightly and rubbed against Vizet's chest, finding the place that made her feel most at ease.
The corners of her mouth curved in satisfaction, and her hands naturally circled his waist as she breathed in Vizet's scent.
"This is much better..." Vizet lowered his face until it touched Luna's hair, the scent of grass and trees lingering at the tip of his nose, faint yet soaking straight into his heart. "What do you think?"
"What do I think?" Luna felt the warmth surrounding her, and even her tone turned