Their heavy breaths echoed in the tight space of the car. Eryx pulled away just enough for air to pass between them, but his hands remained firm on her waist. Lunara blinked up at him, dazed and warm, the tipsiness still clouding her gaze but she could see him clearly.
Her lips parted slightly as she gasped for air, then slowly, unconsciously, she ran the tip of her tongue across her dry bottom lip.
Eryx's eyes darkened. He stiffened, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.
"Don't do that," he murmured, his voice low and strained.
"Hm?" Lunara tilted her head, resting her hands against his chest. "Do what?"
He clenched his jaw. "That thing with your lips. You're not helping."
"I'm just thirsty…" she mumbled, trying to stand up from his lap.
But Eryx pulled her right back down, his arm tight around her waist. "Stay."
With his other hand, he flipped open the armrest and retrieved a bottle of mineral water. He twisted off the cap with a crack and held it out to her. "Here."
