“Because I flop so gracefully on a bed when I’m whining about you and your, ‘I’m a warrior hear me roar’, bit?” She quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Yes, that and many, many more reasons.” He leaned down as his large hand cupped her jaw. “Sleep good, Little Raven.” His lips pressed against hers but were gone much too quickly. “Sweet dreams.” His voice rumbled in her mind. She grinned up at him as he gave her lips one last gentle touch and then left the room.
“I thought I was going to have to grab the fire extinguisher.” Syndra’s voice popped the bubble that had enveloped Elora in her own little world with Cush.
“What?” she asked as she rolled off of the bed needing to brush her teeth before she could crawl into bed and let sweet oblivion take her to a place where she would surely dream of he
