The sleepiness in Vyan's hazy mind vanished as soon as Iyana's words registered.
He pulled back slightly and gazed up at her. "I think I know what you really mean, but sure—I am going with yes." His eyes twinkled with mischief, while his arms that were still hanging around her waist dropped a little lower, grazing against her hips; it made a shiver run down her back. "Yes to both possible meanings your question could be interpreted as."
She stared at him, jawdropped, for a few seconds. Until his shameless response sunk in and heat rushed to her cheeks. As she rushed to cover her embarrassed face with her hands, he missed the warmth of her fingers coursing through his hair.
"I—I only meant it like, you know, you feel comfortable sleeping next to me," she emphasized, hating how he, of all people, had the ability to make her tongue-tied. "You were even able to fall asleep without the lavender incense, so I just—"
