Naomi finally stirred hours later, her slight movement causing Zylan to slowly open his eyes. He had been lying there, tense and restless, forcing himself to stay still despite the awkwardness of their situation. Sleep had been a fleeting concept, as his mind wrestled with the closeness of her body and the intoxicating pull of her scent.
It wasn't the awkwardness that kept him awake—it was the overwhelming temptation. Her warmth pressed against him, and he was clinging desperately to his self-control, teetering on the edge of doing something he might regret.
Naomi shifted on top of him, her movements stirring Zylan from his thoughts. He noticed her sudden stillness, the unsteady rhythm of her breathing giving her away. It was clear now—she was awake. Her body hovered over him, tense, as if startled by her own actions.