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immediate threats or pursuers. 'Yohan' let out a shaky exhale before turning to face Black once more.
"They're gone," he said quietly, "What do we do now? Should we stay hidden here until morning comes?"
Black's smile was enigmatic at best as he continued to explore every inch of 'Yohan's face with feather-light touches. His fingers traced along high cheekbones, across the bridge of his nose... down to the curve of his jawline.
"Black... what are you doing?" 'Yohan' asked warily, trying and failing to pull away from that relentless grip. His heart beginning to pound faster in his chest. There was something unsettling about the way Black was looking at him right then - a predatory gleam in those dark eyes that sent shivers down his spine.