With the gentle pull into his chest, she was all too content to press back into his hazy embrace. To lose herself in the patterns that were traced along her side. Perhaps it was selfish of her to not allow things to go further than this, but for the first time in a long time she felt completely at ease, and she simply didn't want to lose a single moment to lust. She wanted this to mean something more than a one-night stand, but those intentions were nearly lost in the mental fog brought on by the wine.
Kiliaen drew a sleepy breath to say something. A word of thanks, a playful jab, a promise, a term of endearment. But she couldn't think of anything that would fit the moment. So instead, she said nothing and simply allowed herself to drift off into the cusp of unconsciousness- entirely unsure of what the future of tomorrow could hold.
