There his lynx was, laying peacefully on the couch. She was cradled inside the soft cushions, sound asleep to the world. He smiled and touched a lock of her hair, feeling guilty he had let her wait for so long. Her hair slipped through his fingers and fell to her wrist. His smile turned to a frown when he noticed bandaids and scars around her wrist and pretty fingers.
He then sighed and chuckled a little as he imagined her trying her best to cook for him.
Dane quietly gathered her into his arms. He slowly carried her up along the stairs, as to not stir her from her peaceful slumber. And then, when they reached the room he gently settled her down so her back lay against the headbaord.
