Ariana's eyes fluttered open, her long lashes parting softly above her cheeks. She closed them again, snuggling deeper into the warm, firm sensation beneath her. Whatever it was wrapped around her so perfectly, so comfortingly, that she let out a small sniff the another and another.., pushing her body closer, her legs shifting atop the strong—something. Or… someone.
Her eyes shot open wide as memories came rushing in. Slowly, she lifted her head—and froze. The soothing warmth she'd been clinging to all this while had been Zavren. And he was bare-chested.
His eyes were open, watching her with dark amusement dancing in their depths. A chill swept down her spine, and her face burned hot with embarrassment. She tried to shift away, but his grip held her firmly in place, his hands now resting on her thighs. Her legs were draped across his stomach.
'H..how'
