“I know,” she said smugly. And she did; could hardly miss it with the way they were all pressed up together. “Mmm, this’s a silly question,” she mumbled, “but does this place have anything so esoteric as a blanket?” A cold-born shiver vibrated her spine.
Vex chuckled at the woman’s words, nodding in reply as he reluctantly slipped away from her. He made his way over to a trunk that was pushed over to the back-wall and opened it, finding a black, velvet blanket. Making his way back to the sofa, he sprawled out at her side once more and draped the thick velveteen around them. “There,” he murmured as he settled into the couch again.
“Just so.” Summer cuddled back into Vex’s warmth, fingertips tracing idle patterns on his chest, and smiled at a thought. “Just as well no one knows, what a cuddler you are or how sweet. It would ruin your terrible reputation.” She arched her neck, feeling the skin stretch and shift around his bite mark. “Hmmm … belonging.”