The night was quiet and still. Yu An lay on her side in bed, her back to the window, silently counting in her mind.
When she reached "nineteen," a slight stir came from the window.
A moment later, the covers were lifted, and a warm body pressed against hers.
Their bodies pressed flush against each other. The man's arm circled Yu An's waist as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.
"You smell so good, An'an..."
Yu An shifted to face Ao Wu. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting an iridescent glow on his dragon horns.
She raised a hand and, as Ao Wu watched, gently pinched his earlobe.
"An'an," Ao Wu shivered slightly, his breathing growing heavier. "Do you want to touch my horns?"
Touching the horns was a signal of courtship. 'He wanted her to so badly...'
"You want me to touch them?"
Instead of answering, Yu An posed a question of her own. Her fingers danced up and down, deliberately avoiding his horns.
