Letting him hold you close to his (blissfully warm) body, you squeeze yourself through his fingers so that you get a better view of him beyond his chin and neck.

He doesn't stop you beyond an amused huff, adjusting his fingers to support your little sphere of a body.

From your vantage point, his eyes catch your attention first; phoenix eyes, dark as ink and lined with willow soot.

They curve gently at the corners as he smiles, lending his handsome features a sly, almost fox-like charm.

Huh.

...A fox?