Zarek turned to her completely just as the tent flap closed behind the women.
Without hesitation, he took two steps across the narrow room and drew her into his arms.
He whispered against her hair, "See?" "Even women think you are stunning."
Eliora playfully pushed his chest. "Stop teasing me."
"I'm not teasing you, my dove." He hummed softly and kissed her forehead, staying there for a moment.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked.
She nodded against his chest. "I did."
She stood on her toes and kissed him quickly.
He stilled for a second, then his mouth curved into a smirk. "Was that a kiss?"
Her eyes grew wide. "It was!"
"That," He paused, "was an attempt."
Before she could reply, he slid an arm around her waist and lifted her effortlessly.
She gasped softly, grabbing his shoulders.
Then he kissed her properly. It wasn't rushed, but passionate enough to make her knees weak when he finally set her down.
When they separated, he rested his forehead against hers.
