The morning light filtering through Noah's quarters felt different somehow—warmer, softer. He couldn't quite shake the smile that had been lingering since last night, and judging by the way Sophie was humming while she got ready, she seemed to be in a similarly good mood.
"You're awfully cheerful for someone who's about to have his girlfriend watch her boyfriend get embarrassed by a wyvern," she said, catching his eye in the mirror as she braided her hair.
Noah moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. "We both know Storm's going to show off," he murmured against her ear. "The question is whether Lucas can handle the humiliation."
Sophie leaned back into him with a contented sigh. "God, I missed this," she said softly. "Things have been so crazy lately, we barely get moments like these anymore."
