This weekend, I'm sharing a snippet from The Dragon's Devotion, a quiet scene between Bastien and Corentin.
Bastien could have stayed exactly where he was forever. Corentin lay curled around him in the nest of blankets they’d made in the middle of the bed, and Bastien drowsed, warm and sated and comfortable. He’d moved as far into Corentin’s embrace as he could, burrowing down into the blankets, and it was as close to perfect as he could imagine. Certainly it was the most relaxed, the most...protected, perhaps, that he’d felt in a very long time. An odd thought. He let it slip away as he drifted, eyes blinking slowly but taking in little of the fire-lit room. Every so often Corentin laid a soft kiss on his hair, and that was lovely too.