Rowan
She shifted against me, her body warm and pliant where she lay half-sprawled across my chest. She planted one of her hands on my shoulder and hoisted herself up. I relaxed my arms around her to provide room for her to move.
She still stared up at the sky, I was guessing with that same blissful, vacant expression.
"The stars are breathing," she repeated, her voice soft and wondering.
I groaned, about to sit up and do something about this situation when she tilted her body to face me.
Her dark hair slipped over her neck to spill across my chest in soft waves.
The fireworks lit up the sky again, and the burst of light illuminated her face.
Her lips were slightly parted, full and soft, and her grey eyes reflected the colours exploding overhead, making them look almost silver.
Her cheeks were flushed from whatever she had drunk, and the rosy hue spread down her neck to her collarbone, disappearing beneath the neckline of her dress.
And that neckline...
