Chapter 359
360 finding Comfort in Hadrien’s Arms
Lyra did not feel like talking.
Just being held by Hadrien calmed her, like hugging a giant panda.
He stroked her back, bent, and lifted her into his arms.
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Lyra wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her face against his shoulder, her mood slowly softening.
She wore only a thin sleep set. Holding her with one arm, Hadrien walked over and closed the window.
Then he set her carefully down onto his bed and pulled the covers over her, intending to hold her from outside the blanket.
Lyra pushed the covers aside and pressed herself against him, clinging to his body like a koala clinging to a tree trunk.
Every muscle across Hadrien’s body tensed.
He stayed perfectly still, gazing down at the top of her head peeking out against his chest.
He asked no more questions, just tucked the bedding neatly around her so she could breathe freely.
One arm rested beneath her neck; he patted her back in slow, soft, steady strokes, gentle as a parent soothing a restless child.
If she didn’t want to talk, she didn’t have to.
“Sleep. I’m right here p>
He brushed a light kiss over the crown of her head and switched off the lights.
Lyra nodded against his chest, saying nothing. She leaned into him, listening to his heartbeat, which beat a little faster than normal. The whole world felt still and peaceful.
All of a sudden, Lyra remembered her passive psychic ability. Her eyes flew open.
The room was pitch–black.
She could not read Hadrien’s expression.
Even though he wore long–sleeved sleepwear, she worried prolonged physical contact would affect him.
Hadrien, who had just started drifting off, heard faint, soft rustling.
Next, he felt Lyra’s light hand trace across his face, wandering slowly until her fingers rested at his forehead.
He opened his eyes and looked down.
In total darkness, her eyes glowed clear and bright, like moonlight–rippled stream water.
He caught her wandering hand, brushed a light kiss across her knuckles amid that familiar faint psychic tingle, and murmured softly, “Not sleepy p>
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Lyra met his soft gaze and hesitated, then nodded.
She truly was not tired.
She had come to Hadrien precisely because his presence grounded her, far better than trying to calm herself alone.
A quiet smile colored Hadrien’s voice.
“Is that so? I’m not ready for sleep either p>
Her seeking him out had already stirred him.
With her warm, soft body pressed close against his, rest felt impossible.
He lowered his voice.
Lyra felt his warm breath drawing nearer. Soft lips brushed her forehead, then her brow, the tip of her nose, and finally her mouth.
Each kiss was infinitely tender and reverent.
His hand came up to cup the back of her neck, tilting her face upward to meet the depth of his affection.
Soft, quiet kissing sounds filled the dark room, stirring both of them deep inside.
Their breathing grew heavier. Before things spiraled out of control, Hadrien frowned and pulled back, holding her tight.
Sharp psychic pain burned behind his temples, and he gasped for breath.
Lyra lay in his arms, also gasping, her limbs feeling weak and unsteady.
Hadrien filled with tender affection and pressed one last soft kiss to her cheek. “I’m going to take a shower. You get some sleep p>
Lyra nodded silently.
Fabric rustled. Not wanting to turn on bright lights and hurt her eyes, Hadrien felt his way out of the
room.
To Lyra’s confusion, he headed all the way to another room to bathe.
When he returned, skin damp from the shower, Lyra tugged his hand and wrote short characters across his palm with her fingertips.
“Why go all the way out to shower p>
Hadrien’s fingers twitched at the ticklish sensation, and he explained, “…The shower would make too much noise. I didn’t want to wake you p>
Warmth flooded Lyra’s chest. She held out her arms.
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Hadrien lay down beside her.
Lyra curled against his waist once more, pressed her face into his solid, steady chest, nuzzled lightly, smiled, and slowly closed her eyes.
The next morning, refreshed and recharged, Lyra dove back into pestering Zev.
“Good morning, Zev p>
“Morning, Ms. Kaelin p>
“Aren’t you going to wish me a good morning too p>
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