When he was done, Cyrus washed his hands, rinsing away the remnants of the oil before returning to the bed. Without a second thought, he pulled her closer to his body, not caring about the oil that might stain the sheets. The warmth of her skin against his felt like home, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as if to shield her from the world outside.
As they lay together in the stillness of the night, Cyrus couldn't help but smile, knowing that moments like these were what he had always dreamed of—a life filled with love, intimacy, and a sense of belonging that he had longed for. With her nestled against him, he closed his eyes, allowing the tranquility of the night to wash over them both.
