“You could stay,” she argues in a whisper. The suggestion sends a shiver through him—and the caress of a finger near his nape, teasing at a strand of his hair, provokes another. “No one’s here.”

No one has to know.

It’s Fanfare Friday which means I can post this art I made after reading chapter 5 of At Fanfare’s End by my friend and frequent collaborator @nadas-dirthalen!!! (Who posted a new update today btw you should go read it)