Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

Kindle stole a glance (of course he did) between her legs, but then managed mostly to be a gentleman about it. It wasn't too difficult when the rest of her was so pretty to look at, too — particular her face. Her eyes, sulphurous and luminous and just a little bit shy, were a compelling sight.

"I don't know if I can, either," he admitted, as nice as cuddling was. It wasn't an activity that, currently, felt particularly conducive to rest. Kindle suspected that had more to do with how the rest of the night had gone than the activity in and of itself.

"Let's give it a try — but if it doesn't work out, I think maybe I should go on a run instead of sticking close," he told her, only half joking.

But he pulled them a little closer together, shifting so that she could use his throat or shoulder as a pillow if she so desired, or else tuck her head under his chin as she had before.

It really was nice.

Shall we fade soon? I think Kindle is more exhausted than he realizes, so maybe he can fall asleep lol