“If that’s what you want, then I think it’s exactly what you should do. And not just because it means I’ll get more of you.” He pulls me in closer, lips moving across my cheek and toward my mouth.
“I could always use more doses of my personal Valium,” I mumble against his lips.
He chuckles at one of my many nicknames I have for him and the almost sedative-like effect he has on me at times.
“And I can’t get enough of your chaos, so I think this arrangement is going to work well for both of us.”
And I don’t doubt for a second that it will.
He’s the calm to my storm.
My still lake at dawn.
My king.