The Moment, She Became His
Sona's breath shook as their lips slowly separated, but Leon didn't back away. Forehead pressing softly against hers, golden eyes heavy with a closeness that pierced her heart, he didn't move. His hand still cupped the side of her neck, as if letting her go would break the delicate moment they'd found.
Moonlight glimmered tenderly on her tear-stained cheeks, her eyelashes fluttering as she fought to breathe. Her lips were bruised from the kiss, her chest expanding and falling against his with each ragged breath shuddering with unexpressed emotion.
Neither of them moved—words seemed too thin, too insubstantial to contain the whirlpool of feeling between them.
Sona was the first to speak.
Her lips were still buzzing from their kiss—soft, gentle, unforgettable—and her heart would not calm down. The silence between them was not awkward… it was loaded. Thick with everything left unsaid, but comprehended.
