"Xion?" Darius' low voice sounded almost like a purr as he closed the short distance between them in a few strides.
Xion felt the cushions dipping beside him. That familiar, infuriatingly sexy voice rang in his ear again. Even without looking, he could tell Darius was amused.
"Why aren't you eating?"
Before Xion could even muster a response, he and his makeshift duvet cocoon were effortlessly hauled into Darius' lap.
"Was my darling waiting for me?" Darius chuckled, brushing back the covers with ease. "How sweet."
The duvet was peeled back with gentle fingers, revealing a flustered, red-faced kitten.
Xion's blush hadn't even fully faded from before and now it bloomed right back to full force, thanks to the proximity of the ridiculously gorgeous man cradling him.
"You're evil," the black-haired healer muttered, his lips still tugged in a pout.
To Darius, it looked so cute. Even the way those eyes were lowered, silently refusing to look at him was adorable.
