“Are you okay?! I’m so sorry!” Krystal exclaimed, her eyes roaming his back as the bruises began to heal.
A tired smile made its way onto Zale’s face as he ruffled her hair affectionately. “Sorry? Don’t be sorry. I loved every minute of it. Don’t you dare stop, okay?”
She let out a low chuckle, shaking her head. “You macoshist.”
He let out a laugh as they both got up from the bed and cleaned up, before getting some sleep. He did not bother to return to his room and he just slept in her room instead.
The next day was the day of Prospero's return and Krystal would be lying if she said the air was not tight with tension.
By the time she woke up Zale had already left her side and she couldn’t bring herself to be disappointed. He was off to his duties after all. She couldn’t fault him
