Lilith's eyes fluttered open slowly, her lashes brushing against her cheeks as a warm, tingling sensation crawled down her neck.
Her breath hitched.
She tilted her head slightly—and there he was.
Darkness sat beside her, one hand propped on the edge of the bed, the other trailing his finger lazily along the side of her neck, as if memorizing her skin. His expression was unreadable, eyes cast down, focused on that gentle, lingering touch. He hadn't even glanced at her, yet she knew he was fully aware she had woken up.
His presence felt heavy, quiet, intense.
She didn't speak right away.
Her skin prickled where his finger moved, slow and deliberate, sending warmth spreading down her spine.
"...You're not Gray," she said softly, voice still laced with sleep.
His lips twitched faintly but still, he didn't look at her.
"No," he murmured. "You called for me in your sleep."
Lilith blinked, stunned for a second. Had she?
Darkness finally lifted his eyes.
