Elion sat beside the bed, his eyes fixed on the sleeping figure before him. His broad shoulders were slightly hunched, his arms resting on his thighs as he observed Raelynn in silence.
She looked peaceful now, her breathing steady and her expression soft. The tension she carried yesterday had melted away in her sleep. Strands of her hair fanned out across the pillow, framing her delicate face. Her lips were slightly parted, and her brows, which always held a hint of worry, were finally relaxed.
His gaze dropped to her slightly parted lips. An unfamiliar thought crossed his mind—a temptation so small yet so persistent. Before he realized it, he had leaned in slightly, his face inching closer to hers. Her breath was warm against his skin. Just a little closer and—
Elion suddenly stopped. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he exhaled through his nose, shaking his head at himself. What was he doing?