Lyra
I rested easy on his chest, my ear right against his heartbeat. His arms held me tight, keeping me close as we lay together on the bed. His body's warmth wrapped around me, making me feel secure and guarded. My hand fiddled absentmindedly with the buttons on his shirt, my fingers drawing soft patterns.
His hands ran through my hair, his touch giving me chills down my back. "Why are you still up?" he asked, and I stayed quiet for a long moment. "You should try to sleep. Dawn's coming soon, and you know you need good rest to get ready for training today," he reminded me, sounding a little worried.
Out of curiosity, I raised my head a bit to look at him, even in the low light of the room, he still took my breath away, and my chin rested on his chest as I stared at him without words fo
