It was more than she had eaten In two days.
Her appetite, which had been a fickle, vanished thing during his absence, had returned the moment he touched her.
It was as if her body had been waiting for his presence to give it permission to survive.
Eris had expected the night to end differently. Based on the last hour, the bath, the clinging, the desperate way he had whispered her name, she had expected the night to conclude with the specific, fiery ending she knew well. She had braced herself for the intensity of it.
Instead, once the tray was set aside, Soren simply pulled her back against him. He lay back against the pillows, keeping her wrapped in the sheets and tucked into the crook of his arm. He didn't move for her clothes. He didn't try to deepen the kiss.
His breathing began to slow against the back of her neck.
Oh, Eris thought, her heart softening.
