The bard's words to Fennel left him speechless.
With their foreheads touching, the king could feel Oliver's warm breath on his face. His lips trembled, his heart overwhelmed with emotion. Everything seemed unreal.
"Am I dreaming?" Fennel managed to whisper.
"No, Fennel," Oliver replied, as his lips hovered closer, moving to close the gap between them.
The copper-haired feline closed his eyes; his pulse was so loud that it rang in his ears. When his palms moved to Oliver's chest, he felt the sensation of soft lips against his.
Oliver could have died from happiness when their lips met. The kiss was sweet, tender, and full of pent-up emotion for the alluring king.
The kiss lingered; neither of them wanted to pull away from it.
Oliver moved his hand from Fennel's chin to the back of his head, tenderly bracing it as they both became lost in the moment.
They eventually had to separate because neither could breathe.
