"Late," Cormac whispered, leaning up to kiss her forehead. "Did I wake you?" He hand on his chest woke him a bit more than his thoughts had, more than the moonlight had, and his heart picked up a bit in pace. Just something about the feel of her skin on his, always did that to him.
He brought a hand up to smooth her hair. He simply couldn't take his eyes off of her, "I'm actually glad if I did," he admitted quietly.
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