"Junior," Lyra whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion. "I…"
He pulled her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, his arms tightening around her. "I know."
The fire crackled softly, the embers glowing like distant stars beneath the canopy of the forest. Junior lay on his back, his chest rising and falling steadily, one arm draped protectively around Lyra. She rested her head on his shoulder, her spiraling horns brushing against his skin, her breath warm and rhythmic against his neck. The night was quiet, but the air between them felt electric, alive with something unspoken.
