Her voice was so sweet and pliant.
Preston wrapped his arm around her waist, a tender smile on his face as he kissed her forehead. He lowered his gaze. "Did you come to Xylos because you missed me?"
"Of course."
Evelyn lifted her head, a hint of playful pride in her voice. "I was worried someone might accuse me of only being good for sweet talk."
Preston's lips curled into a smile. He held her tighter, as if he couldn't bear to let go, and chuckled as he gave her waist a gentle squeeze. The smooth, delicate feel of her skin brushed against his fingertips. "My apologies," he said, his voice full of lingering affection.
Evelyn let out a soft "hmph" but snuggled closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her head in the crook of his neck, savoring the brief, tranquil warmth.
'Come to think of it, they'd only been apart for ten days. She didn't really think about him when she was busy, but his presence was a constant, filling every moment of her life.'
