42:Wounded and unsteady

~Zephirin~

I concentrated my glance at Ywain. The earthly smokey scent of vanilla wafted in the air. Like a dizzying drug, I felt high, light on my feet. 

Ywain raised his gaze and locked eyes with me. His warm hazel eyes met mine staring back at him. He halted, his stare softening. I found it hard to breathe, it was unlike him to wear kind eyes.

I took a minute to take in the features of my demonic-hearted friend. Ywain was easy on the eyes, his body was well-proportioned and defined. His slightly huge frame gave off an aura of protectiveness. Even though he was the one people needed protection from. 

His toplessness left nothing to the imagination of his muscled chest. He lay slanted on the bed looking sleek and poised.