For Wizet, curling up beneath a blanket for a warm winter nap was an utterly delightful thing.
If, upon waking, the first person he saw was the one he most wanted to see lying beside him, that delight rose by another level—or even a dozen.
Perhaps they had unconsciously shifted in their sleep; without realizing it, they had returned to their original position, lying face-to-face.
Luna was still immersed in her dreams, both hands wrapped around Wizet's arm as though she had mistaken it for a pillow. Her soft cheek was pressed against it, her tender lips slightly pursed.
This way, if Wizet leaned a little closer, he could smell the sweetness of Luna's breath. If he drew back a little, he could see her sleeping face.
He slowed his movements as much as possible, reaching toward Luna's cheek to tuck the loose strands of hair behind her ear.
Luna's ear was delicate, tinged with a faint flush. As he brushed back her hair, her eyelashes trembled ever so slightly.
Wizet gazed at Luna's cheek. Her skin was fair with the faintest touch of pink, as flawless as if it had been carved from jade.
His breathing unconsciously slowed, and even his Adam's apple bobbed instinctively. He wanted to lean in and leave something there.
At that moment, his thoughts were a little too slow to keep up with his body.
By the time he had thought it, his body had already acted. Like a dragonfly touching the water, he lightly pecked Luna's soft cheek.
Luna's eyelashes trembled again.
Seeing this, Wizet seemed to understand something, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
He pecked Luna's cheek again. When he saw her eyelashes tremble once more, he changed positions and gently blew a breath against her