Dravina POV

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Malrik’s voice was a low murmur, warm against my ear as his arms slipped around me from behind. His lips brushed the side of my neck, a kiss that lingered, and I shivered at the coolness of his freshly showered skin pressed to my back. The scent of his soap crisp, clean, unmistakably his wrapped around me. Damp strands of his hair tickled my skin, coaxing another tremor from me.

“It is,” I whispered.

The night sky was breathtaking, but my ...