Gabrielle and Euan
Gabrielle hadn't expected the kiss, even if she probably should have. It was sweet, undemanding and perfect. She had kissed before but not since the war. She didn't feel like a slave in this room, she felt like a girl who was being daring and bold with a boy who didn't have a betrothed.
Her hand moved to his cheek, her fingertips playing with the ends of his hair in an effort to hold onto the moment a bit longer. Maybe he was drawn to her veela blood or maybe he just wanted to kiss her, either way she wasn't going to ask. She pulled back slowly, her face now fully flushed with energy and she couldn't help but smile.