"Do you want to continue?" Zephyr asked Delilah, who looked at him in confusion, coming out of her thoughts.
"Continue what, Prince Zephyr?" She asked.
Zephyr took a deep breath. The formalities, of course, he was starting to hate these formalities now.
When would be the time when she would be calling his name with the same kind of love and affection as she called last night?
"Continue your work of art. You gave me a hickey in your sleep because you probably sucked on my skin. Don't you think it's fair that I give you one too?" Zephyr asked and Delilah blushed.
She didn't want him to talk about those things.
"I am sorry about-" Delilah started, but she couldn't finish her sentence when Zephyr placed his lips on hers.
"Never apologize for doing something to me or with me. You have all the rights to me, moonshine," Zephyr said, making Delilah's face turn even redder than before.
