Moonlit kiss
"Leon…" she whispered, her voice so light it hardly disturbed the air—so quiet that the night seemed to be holding its breath too, fearing any louder noise would break the delicate silence between them.
He replied with no words.
Instead, his arm shifted slightly, drawing her closer with a quiet, instinctive motion. It wasn't forceful—just natural, protective. A deep, soothing hum rose from his chest, "HMMM" more sensation than sound. Low and warm, it rippled through her body like a heartbeat in the dark. It wasn't speech, but it spoke volumes.
A tender vibration that whispered: I'm here. I'm not going anywhere and listening you.
Sona slowly turned her head, her silken locks brushing across his shoulder like the touch of a feather. Just enough to look into his eyes.
