I thought you said forever over and over
As Maea shifted in his arms, Liam relaxed his grip to make it easier for her to twist around, rewarded by the slow, sweet kiss she offered. He hummed a happy sigh against her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist once more to keep her close. For not the first time, he wondered how he had gotten so fortunate as to have been offered another chance at happiness - but a sudden bout of anxiety had his chest tightening uncomfortably. He'd made promise after promise to Maea: to stay, to live, to be hers... and while he'd meant them all, hadn't he very nearly lost her? His infection might have become a problem had the Family not left or had Maea not cured him. Any number of things could have gone so slightly differently to yield an entirely different result than this shared bath.
And while he could compartmentalize those feelings - for now - he knew they would return sooner or later. He only hoped he was ready when they did.
But for now - he was moving in, and their happiness seemed assured. Liam traced idle designs upon Maea's bare back, his fingertips leaving damp trails in their wake. "You can, you know," he murmured in response. "Well, maybe not here, here. I happen to think that a nice, warm bed might make a better resting spot than the tub." He chuckled, then sobered. "But to stay close to home... it might be nice, after everything that's happened."
And while he could compartmentalize those feelings - for now - he knew they would return sooner or later. He only hoped he was ready when they did.
But for now - he was moving in, and their happiness seemed assured. Liam traced idle designs upon Maea's bare back, his fingertips leaving damp trails in their wake. "You can, you know," he murmured in response. "Well, maybe not here, here. I happen to think that a nice, warm bed might make a better resting spot than the tub." He chuckled, then sobered. "But to stay close to home... it might be nice, after everything that's happened."
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
Liam
