For a moment, they remained entangled, the boundaries between them blurred as they found themselves suspended in an intimate embrace.
As she attempted to shift her weight, Xylon's voice, soft yet assertive, cut through the haze of her thoughts.
"Let me take you to bed," he murmured, his words laced with a quiet determination that brooked no argument.
Xylon swiftly gathered Eva into his arms, his muscles tensing with a strength that belied the tenderness of his touch.
Eva, caught off guard by the sudden shift in their proximity, instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers clutching to his back skin as she nestled against his chest.
With a careful yet assured gait, Xylon navigated through the kitchen, his steps sure and deliberate, each movement a testament to the protective instinct that guided him.
Eva, her head nestled against the crook of his shoulder.
