The moonlight bathed the forest clearing in a soft, silver glow, illuminating the trees and casting long shadows on the ground. The campfire crackled gently, its warm light flickering across Gray's and Liza's faces as they sat together on a log near the tent. Inside, Vanisa slept soundly, her soft breathing barely audible over the peaceful hum of the night.
Liza stretched her hand toward Gray's chest, her fingertips brushing against his skin in a way that made his breath hitch slightly. They sat in a comfortable silence, the cool night air mingling with the warmth of the fire. Liza's movements were slow, deliberate, and then, without a word, she gently guided Gray's hand, lifting it to rest on her chest. Gray's heart raced as he felt her warmth beneath his palm.