Firefly Glen this love it is a distant star

Lorcan’s smirk deepened as he watched her, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing just beneath her ear as he spoke, his voice smooth like silk.

Elowen, he murmured, tasting her name on his tongue. Tell me, dove, do you always find yourself so... entranced by the unexpected? Or is it just me?

His hand drifted slightly closer to hers, fingers brushing against the edge of her skin, a tantalizing tease that lingered. He watched her intently, a slow, deliberate smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

And tell me, he continued, his voice lowering to a near whisper, are you lonely out here? His gaze flickered down to her lips before returning to her eyes, awaiting the answer he knew would come—slow, soft, and perhaps, just a bit reluctant.