Before I can turn and look at Cyro, he scoops me up and carries me back to bed, his lips pressing kisses on my shoulder. He sets me on the bed and crawls in too, pulling the covers over us and opening his arms for me to crawl in and cuddle.
When I hesitate to crawl in, his eyes narrow and he slowly reaches for my face. His hand cups my cheek and his thumb brushes my cheekbone slowly.
"Is there something wrong?" he asks gently, making me smile and feel a bit guilty for worrying him.
"There might be plenty of things wrong right now, but there is nothing for you to worry about, Cyro." I breathed out and leaned into his touch, before lying down by his side, moving a hand over his chest, drawing patterns on his skin with my fingers.
Cyro seems to grow a bit confused at my words and his lip
