Layla hugged Lucius, who was ready to leave to Spain. She clung to him, as though her hold alone could somehow keep him from leaving. Lucius wrapped his arms warmly around her, his hands stroking her back in a comforting rhythm as they shared the embrace, neither wanting to be the first to let go.
When they finally pulled apart, Lucius cupped her face, his thumb brushing gently across her cheek, his gaze soft but intense as he searched her eyes.
Without a word, he leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. Layla melted into it, her hands sliding up to rest against his chest as she leaned into him, the world around them fading away until there was nothing but the closeness they shared.
The kiss deepened, and they found themselves lost in each other, reluctant to break this connection.
