Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
His head was immediately shaking, arguing over a very fictional scenario that was long past. "Oh no. I would have taken the couch. You'd get the bed." He would never let a woman sleep on his couch while he lounged happily in his bed. No matter how 'weird' it might have been to sleep alone in his bed, Zavien would have insisted purely on principle.
But he couldn't argue that sharing the bed was a much easier solution - one he was already enjoying immensely. His arm pulled her naked body closer to his chest where she could hear the slow, content drag of his heartbeat. He hummed in response, his hand running an easy path down her back as he closed his eyes. "Definitely happier than I've felt in a long time."
He drank in the scent of her damp hair against his face, the warm feel of her skin, the quiet drawl of her voice. It snuggled into a small hole in his heart, neglected and full of cobwebs he hadn't bothered to clear out. Inexplicably, it fit perfectly, filling it to the point that he was aware of every heartbeat, a faint light pulsing to illuminate every crevice, leaving nothing but this moment and the woman in his arms.
But he couldn't argue that sharing the bed was a much easier solution - one he was already enjoying immensely. His arm pulled her naked body closer to his chest where she could hear the slow, content drag of his heartbeat. He hummed in response, his hand running an easy path down her back as he closed his eyes. "Definitely happier than I've felt in a long time."
He drank in the scent of her damp hair against his face, the warm feel of her skin, the quiet drawl of her voice. It snuggled into a small hole in his heart, neglected and full of cobwebs he hadn't bothered to clear out. Inexplicably, it fit perfectly, filling it to the point that he was aware of every heartbeat, a faint light pulsing to illuminate every crevice, leaving nothing but this moment and the woman in his arms.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
