"How are you doing? Are you feeling better?" Lyra asked, her hands resting on her thighs as she watched him closely.
Sevastian didn't respond with words. Instead, he leaned in closer, his hands gently cupping her face. Before she could react, his lips met hers in a fierce kiss that took her breath away. It took her a moment to recover from the shock, but then she found herself returning the kiss, her hands moving to his chest.
The intensity of his kiss spoke volumes, like he was pouring every unspoken emotion into that single moment. Finally, he pulled away, both of them gasping for air. Sevastian's eyes locked onto hers, a softness in his gaze as he whispered, "I feel better than I have in centuries."
Lyra could see in his eyes that he indeed was better than he had been in a long time, "I am glad that you are feeling good."
