Wizet's seemingly frozen brain and stiff hands were stirred by this burning sensation as well.
He felt his heart pounding violently, like a rocket poised for launch, as though if he let his guard down for even a moment, it would fly right out of his throat.
Wizet bent his arms, his trembling arms tracing an arc through the air—an arc that quivered like an electrocardiogram.
Though his arms shook like an ECG, he still wrapped them around Luna.
This time, he felt it clearly. It was not that cotton-like softness, but something soft and warm, light as feathers yet full of springiness...
Wizet felt that his ability to think had clearly declined. Or perhaps the sensation was simply too wonderful, making it difficult for him to describe it in words.
Since he could not describe it, he might as well stop trying. He only needed to feel it—to devote himself completely to feeling it...
Wizet stopped thinking about anything else. He lowered his head slightly, resting his chin on Luna's shoulder and pressing his cheek against hers, just as soft and warm.
He had made the right choice. Not thinking about anything else, devoting himself completely to feeling it... really did let him feel so many things.
He could hear Luna's breathing more clearly; he could smell the fragrance of her equally soft hair; he could feel the warmth and softness in his arms...
An impulse spread through his mind. He wanted to hold her tighter, to feel it even more vividly...
But fear immediately took root. He was afraid that if he really did that, he would hurt Luna...
Luna held Wizet tightly, breathing deeply in his embrace and taking in Wizet's uniquely lavender scent.
The moment Wizet embraced her, she felt herself wrapped in a profound sense