As Eva's fingers delicately caressed Sylvan's golden locks, she couldn't help but notice the way his breath hitched ever so slightly, a sign of the effect her touch had on him.
Each stroke was gentle yet deliberate, but in her mind, it was more of a comforting gesture to calm down a restless child.
With each pass of her fingers through his hair, she couldn't ignore the fluttering of his eyelids or the small, contented sighs that escaped his lips.
Despite his attempts at seduction and flirtation all the time, she always saw through it all, viewing him more as a playful but messy kid rather than a potential romantic interest.
Even as Sylvan's breathing gradually slowed and his features softened in repose, Eva remained steadfast in her resolve.
For her, this moment of quiet intimacy was more about pacifying a restless soul than entertaining romantic notions.