Eva's reaction was swift, a subtle yet telling gesture as she averted her gaze, her face finding refuge against the soft embrace of the pillow.
Eva was not just wearing a bra, but her attire also lacked the familiar presence of pants or a dress.
Xylon's hands moved with purpose.His fingers reached out, tenderly pulling the blanket that lay nearby and draping it over Eva's form.
The act was an instinctive response, a shield of warmth and privacy that he offered her in the wake of their unexpected revelation.
As the blanket settled around her, Xylon's movements continued with a sense of purpose.
He carefully removed the layers of blankets that Eva had draped over him during his time of illness.
His fingers found a new purpose as they delicately entwined themselves in the strands of her hair.
The strands of hair slipped through his fingers like liquid silk.
