The tent was thoughtfully divided into two parts–one side filled with cozy pillows, a heater, and soft golden lights, while the other had a small private section where Lilith went to change. The thin fabric between them glowed from the warm lights outside, turning her silhouette into a soft, moving shadow.
Alexander sat quietly on the edge of the blanket, but his heart wasn't quiet at all. His breath slowed as his eyes drifted…drawn, helplessly, to the graceful outline behind the divider. He could see the curve of her back as she unzipped her sweater, the gentle arch of her waist as she reached up to fix her hair, the moment she turned slightly and even though nothing explicit was visible, it was more sensual than if she'd been bare before him.
It wasn't the skin, it was the slow, unhurried way she moved. The elegance in her gestures. The comfort she had in her body. The soft rustling of fabric, the way her silhouette shifted, paused, and swayed again, it made his mouth go dry.
