753 The Rumors Were True

Elle leaned towards Tycondrius, her eyes closed in expectation. 

Tycon obliged her with a gentle kiss... one almost different from the others. 

The first kiss they shared was... one of exploration and hope. Since then, they'd shared kisses of passion, of lust, and of arrogant possessiveness. Then, there were kisses of simple pleasure and of playful teasing. 

But that one... 

Was it... love? Of the Tyrion concept of 'philia', a connection of the soul? Of shared values and an implicit trust? 

It was a somewhat foreign concept to Tycon... to feel that way towards a lover. 

He took a moment to look over the woman sharing his bed... and she averted her gaze, pulling the covers up to hide her chest. 

...as if he hadn't already seen everything. 

⟬ Haelvia of Ezyria. Titanblood. ⟭ 

Elle had already reached maturity for her species.