Salviana stirred from sleep with a low groan, her body feeling sticky and uncomfortably warm.
Alaric was still in bed beside her, his strong arms wrapped around her, his body heat pressing into her. The moment she groaned, he shifted, rising onto his elbow. His sharp blue eyes immediately flickered with concern.
"What's wrong?" he asked, voice thick from staying still for too long.
Salviana wriggled slightly, trying to push him off. "You. You're too warm. Stop hugging me."
Alaric blinked, then grinned. "Oh?"
Her glare sharpened. "Don't laugh."
He chuckled anyway. "You think this is funny?"
"A little."
Salviana huffed, crossing her arms, and turned her back to him dramatically.
That only made him grin wider. She was moody, fiery, and absolutely adorable.
With a sigh, he finally sat up and ran a hand through his messy midnight locks. "Alright, alright. Stay put."
