With a sigh, I flop over, landing on the soft pillow.
It's heavenly.
Soft, fluffy, warm, comforting.
Perfect to the point it almost hurts.
After weeks on the road, sleeping in wagons, inns and taverns, my aching bones are happy to be done.
The comfort is welcome, and I never want to move again.
Lucas chuckles softly beside me, placing his glass down. "That bad, huh?"
I snort and tilt my head to meet his eyes. "This bed spoils me..." I tell him with a smile.
I've been on the road too long.
Which is strange, because it wasn't long ago the road was my home.
He settles in on his side, eyes roving across me in an appreciative way. "Happy to spoil you..." He murmurs, cuddling up to me.
"Don't go making assumptions...." I sigh and close my eyes.
His fingers card through my hair. "Am I wrong? Not as if the bed isn't large enough for the both of us." He remarks casually.
He smells of rich scents and good alcohol.
I smile into my pillow as I turn over a little. "So it is..."
