Menon’s fingers moved slowly along my spine beneath the blankets, tracing idle patterns across my skin while he held me sprawled atop him like he physically could not bear distance between us.
Honestly?
Same.
The exhaustion settling into my bones should have made me sleepy, but my body still hummed with awareness.
Heightened senses.
Magic.
Him.
Everything about him overwhelmed me now that the bond between us had fully settled.
The heat of his skin.
The scent of lunar magic and midnight forests clinging to him.
The way his chest rose beneath my cheek every time he breathed.
Even his silence felt heavy with emotion.
Protectiveness.
Wonder.
Relief.
Love.
Gods.
He really loved me.
The realization still made my chest ache painfully.
Not because I doubted him anymore.
Because I did believe him.
Entirely.
That was the terrifying part.
“What are you thinking?” Menon murmured softly above me.
His voice vibrated through his chest beneath my cheek.
I smiled faintly.
“That this doesn’t feel real.”
His hand stilled against my back immediately.
The bond tightened anxiously.
I lifted my head quickly, realizing too late how that sounded.
