After a delightful evening together, Archer and Nefertiti found themselves strolling back towards the palace, the moon casting a soft glow over the garden.
As they approached her quarters, he turned to her with a gentle smile. "Well, Nefi, it's been a wonderful night. I should probably head back to my own room now. Goodnight."
Nefertiti's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and she took a step closer to him. "Wait, Archer," she whispered playfully, reaching up to brush her fingers against his cheek. "I can't let you leave without a proper goodnight."
Before he could react, she leaned in and planted a tender kiss on his cheek. Her lips were warm and soft, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.
She pulled back, a hint of a blush adorning her cheeks. "Goodnight Archer," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth.
His heart raced as her lips met his cheek. A smile played on his face as he watched Nefertiti skip away to her room, radiating joy.
