Lucivar snapped out of his trance.
He didn't need to wonder about that, he would know soon enough.
Lying back down and pivoting on his side, he slid a hand beneath the blanket and wrapped it around Ravenna's waist, pulling her close in a soft embrace. He drew in a deep breath of her intoxicating scent, that he couldn't have enough of—and his warm exhale brushing softly against the curve of her neck.
A small moan slipped out of Ravenna's lips as she positioned herself, tucking close.
For a good minute, the two stayed unmoving.
Only the rhythm of their steady breaths filled the room.
"You really don't want to do it?" Lucivar whispered. "I'd love to see the outfits you have."
Ravenna hummed and kept sleeping.
She didn't seem to be interested in engaging with Lucivar.
