Willow's brown hair was still ruffled from sleep, her hazel eyes wide with shock and alertness, and her fair skin faintly warm to the touch.
She was… beautiful and Ezrik could feel his heart racing.
His gaze dropped to her parted lips, and to his surprise, he actually wanted to kiss her.
He wanted to.
And she wasn't pushing him away. She just sat there, stunned... frozen in that small moment between confusion and something else he couldn't quite place...
Ezrik's hand moved on its own, brushing gently over her cheek. He tilted forward, his nose grazing hers, closing his eyes as a spark shot through him... electricity humming between their skin. His lips hovered just inches from hers when...
A small palm pressed over his mouth.
Willow blinked up at him, breathless. Ezrik froze, then smiled against her hand, amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Wait outside," she whispered softly.
