By the time Eros reached the palace, Mirabella had already fallen asleep, her soft breaths warming his chest as she nestled against him.
He carried her to her room, laying her gently on the bed. Pulling the quilt over her, he made sure she was fully covered, ensuring the cool night wind wouldn't reach her.
As he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Mirabella stirred slightly, shifting in her sleep. Eros felt the urge to wake her, to tease her, and peck her but he resisted.
Leaning down, his lips hovered just above hers. But instead of taking what he wanted, he veered to the side, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"I already stole one… let the second be fireworks." he whispered in a low murmur.
He smirked at the memory of the first kiss he stole from her, back at the Primrose's base. It was nothing more than a fleeting brush of lips, barely there, yet enough to haunt him even now.
