Viz's fingers toyed with the strands of his sleeping 'wife's' hair that danced at the side of her face. She was deeply asleep, her slightly parted red lips hinting at her exhaustion. It seemed he had tired Nessa out completely. He smiled, lying on his side next to her, with his elbow propped on the bed and his hand resting on one cheek.
“I’ll make it so that being just a friend isn’t the first thing on her mind when she thinks of me,” he repeated to himself, echoing the exact words he had told Neza when she asked him what if Nessa only saw him as a friend.
Now, would she still think they were just friends? No genuine friends 'devour' each other. He had feasted on her earlier. But he was still hungry. He couldn't get enough. He craved her taste.
“Hmm, I’m tired. That’s enough, Viz,” she
