Yeara's heart pounded against her chest as she did not even know what to do anymore… never in her life could she believe that eating a cookie could feel this intimate.
She bit her lips as she was unable to move. Zalthor's eyes glinted; he remained where he was, patiently waiting, his eyes scanning her face ever so slowly, his lips curving just slightly. But she remained still, the cookie still midway.
Slowly, Zalthor pulled away, his eyes deepening.
"Koala, are you…."
His words died as Yeara unexpectedly pushed the cookie in her hands into his mouth…exactly what he had done to her.
Zalthor's pupils dilated slightly.
"…."
He remained speechless, but his body froze when he heard her laughter.
The melodic, soft laughter of hers floated through the room like a solo.
Yeara found it funny the way he looked right now. She could not explain it, but it was just funny—the way the cookie was on his lips, just sitting there, his body unmoving and his hair framing his face.
