I blinked, trying to comprehend her words. Spirits? Hovering around me? My thoughts raced, piecing together her revelation.
And then it clicked.
The divinity of Sylva, the Goddess of Nature. That's what she's sensing.
To ordinary people, this divine energy is invisible, and subtle. But to someone like Lesley, a druid intricately tied to the nature, my presence must be blindingly obvious—a beacon of raw, unfiltered nature.
With the reason for her closeness now crystal clear, my initial nervousness faded, replaced by a newfound confidence.
A sly grin tugged at my lips as I leaned closer, pulling her into a firm embrace. My hands trailed gently over her bare back, the warmth of her skin sending a thrill through me. "If just clinging to me is enough to boost your energy," I murmured, my voice low and teasing, "shouldn't we explore a bit… deeper?"
