Flying With Dragon

Donovan then leaned in and lifted her chin. Silja opened his lips willingly for him this time.

"Close your eyes," Donovan said before he put his lips on hers for a mind-blowing kiss. 

It wasn't a long one and he broke the contact soon. Like every time her face has turned red like a tomato. He then bent down and took the shirt that he had thrown on the ground. 

"Wear it," Donovan told Silja and she did what he said.

"It's not much of a help but something is better than nothing," Donovan helped her wear the torn shirt of his. She had torn her sleeves from her own shirt to bandage on his wound so her shoulders were bare and since they were bare and due to cold she was shivering.

After he was done Donovan smiled and then took a few steps backwards.

Silja stood there looking at him, a bit unsure. Her eyes fell on his wound which was still healing. 

Donovan made a safe distance between them and then opened his arms wide.