There was something incredibly gentle about the way Malus laid her to bed tonight. How he seemed to frame her body with his, how he hovered above her and held her eyes as if she was all that was precious in the world. The gap between them was not enough to stop Kalliope from feeling the warmth that radiated from Malus’ skin.
Along with the rolling wave of familiar anticipation, there was also a sense of…domesticity that she had never really felt in her life. A sense of belonging, that this was right, that she was meant to be here in his arms, to be loved and marvelled at by Malus.
The aloof Kalliope had fallen, so fast and so earnestly, it scared her. She could feel the gravity in Malus’ presence and the pull resonating deep within her bones. It evoked the curling of her toes, the quick
