When their heat subsided she started to unbutton his shirt as they lay parallel to each other.
He smiled softly at her and didn't stop her, she blushed seeing him smile. But she still hated that he smelled of liquor and cheap perfume so she looked away when their eyes met.
"My queen," he called her in that deep baritone voice of his.
"What?" she hissed angrily at him, she couldn't understand herself. Why does she feel so angry thinking about how that perfume clung to his skin?
"Did you miss me?" he asked her, hoping she can just utter the words he has been longing to hear. He has waited for so long to hear them again.
Finding himself as the person who is in the direct line of ascension didn't matter to him. All he cared about is holding her like this, touching her skin, and keeping her safe.
