As though a young sapling entwined around a sturdy oak, Naimishi clung to Arazhan, pressing her face into the curve of his neck and shutting her eyes tightly. Arazhan instinctively placed a gentle hand on her back, steadying her and ensuring she remained firmly anchored from falling.
Could the day possibly get any better? The more he tried to break free from her grasp, the more inexorably he was drawn nearer. A deep sigh escaped him, and he cast a sidelong gaze at her, witnessing how she settled her face upon his neck with so much ease. "Feeling comfortable there?"
Naimishi hummed in response, but as the weight of her words dawned upon her, she vigorously shook her head. Witnessing their position, she cursed at herself. She clung to him like a monkey, seeking comfort and safety, while his hand played the role of a supportive tree branch.