*The Black Feather Tavern*

I stood barefoot at the kitchenette, a towel wrapped around my waist, as I made breakfast on the small stove there. Rilian was standing just behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist, so close I could feel the heat of his breath against my neck.

"Smells good," said Rilian, nuzzling into my hair.

He was not talking about breakfast.

"Stop sniffing me, you pervert," I teased, batting my hand at him. ...