His eyes looked unseeing for a moment, bliss poured across his face, and then he blinked up at me and gave one of the sexiest grins I’d ever seen in my life.
“I’d like to do that again. About seventeen more times. Tonight, if we can fit it in.”
“Easy there, tiger. A lady has to get her beauty sleep, you know?” I gasped as Torin stood, lifting me with him, and hitched my legs around his waist. “Torin!”
His strength, quite literally, took my breath away.
Firelight painted our shadows on the wall—two shapes leaning into each other, dissolving into one.
His hands held my thighs, keeping me close around him, and he bent his forehead to mine.
“You undo me, Liora.”
I let out a small breath, my heart melting at his words.
“Torin, I don’t know what to say…”
“Then say nothing.” Torin pressed a gentle kiss against my lips as he walked me across the room and toward his bedroom.
Maybe he was right. Sometimes moments were all you needed when words failed you altogether. Sighing, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck, allowing myself to be carried into a new thread of my future.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TORIN
If anyone had told me a month ago that I’d wake up with a witch drooling on my chest and a squirrel staring at me like he was judging my life choices, I’d have called them daft.
Yet here we were.
Monday morning. Liora was sprawled half on top of me, hair everywhere, hand fisted in my T-shirt like she’d tried to wrestle me in her sleep and lost. Her cheek was pressed over my heart, lips parted, and she was making the cutest little snoring sound.
Bracken sat in a nest of towels on the nightstand, tiny paws tucked under his chest, while Liora snored quietly. He’d joined us later in the evening, and we’d put together a small nest for him to cozy into for the night.
Liora made a sleepy sound and burrowed closer, one bare thigh sliding over my hip. Every cell in my body woke up with her.
Right. Probably best not to think too hard about last night or I’d end up keeping her in bed all day and we’d both be useless.
I smoothed my hand down her back, thumb brushing over the dip of her spine. She shivered and blinked up at me, eyes hazy. For a second, she just stared, like she was trying to remember who I was.
Then she smiled.
My heart seemed to shiver in my chest and I swallowed thickly.Oh, I was done for.
“Hi,” she rasped.
“Morning, wood nymph.”
She groaned and buried her face in my chest. “We’ve talked about this. We’re not keeping that nickname.”
“Aye, we are.” I kissed the top of her head. “How’s your body?”
“That’s a very forward question,” she mumbled.
Heat crawled up my neck. “I meant—och, you know what I meant. Are you sore? Too much?”
She shifted experimentally, winced a little, then grinned. “In a good way. Like I did a very enthusiastic yoga class. With…added benefits.”
My chest did something suspiciously like swelling.