Nova's POV
I didn't mean to stay leaning on Eldur's shoulder.
Okay, maybe I did. Just a little.
There was something about the way Eldur sat—so still, like a statue that just happened to breathe. I kept telling myself I'd straighten up any second now, make some awkward joke, or ask him if he was tired of being my very dramatic pillow.
But… I didn't.
Because somehow, being pressed into his side felt safer than I'd felt in a very long time.
His coat smelled really nice. And his shoulder was warm, too warm for the chilly breeze sneaking through the broken trees, but I didn't question it. I just stayed there, head tucked against him like a song I didn't want to end.
For a while, we just sat in silence. Until Eldur broke it—with the most unexpected thing.
