“Hey, man.” Zavier said when he heard Nikolay’s voice on the other end of the phone.
Shaira couldn’t hear what Nikolay was saying but she wasn’t worried, Zavier didn’t sound worried so there was no need for her to be.
She tuned them out and rested against Zavier's chest, her eyes slipping close.
It made her remember the journey here, it seemed like mere minutes ago that they had been driving down to the function, Shaira gingerly placing her head on Zavier so that she did not ruin her makeup.
Now she didn’t care, Zavier’s hand was in her hair and her face was pressed up against him, she could almost sleep like this.
For some reason, Zavier’s hug made her feel the same sense of safety her father’s hugs used to bring.
She could almost fall fast asleep like this and just as she thought,
