Riona found that racing against a werewolf pushed her to her limit, which was exhilarating. She lost her breath and was drenched in sweat, but she felt as refreshed as she did after training sessions.
It seemed their little marathon had the same effect on Thorin, who was smiling ear-to-ear. He laughed occasionally, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His previously neat hair was now messy.
Not even the snow or the cold could stop their bodies from warming up.
"That was unexpectedly fun," he exclaimed, panting.
As they caught their breath, Thorin suddenly came close to her and touched her hair. He brushed off the strands covering her face. Some had become sticky with sweat, but Thorin was unbothered and touched her sweaty temple.
It was common knowledge that Thorin was handsome. Anyone with eyes could see that. But somehow, the word handsome took on a different meaning for Riona.
