Kyle, still with his eyes closed, allowed a faint smile to pull at his lips as the scent of soft florals drifted near him. Warmth radiated from a body pressed comfortably against his bare chest, easing the tension in his muscles. His arm had long gone numb beneath the weight, yet he refused to move. He didn't want to ruin the rare chance to hug the person beside him. He was awake—barely—but not enough to open his eyes. The last thing he remembered was being by Yvienna's side.
"Mmm…" he groaned, brows knitting, as someone began pushing him away. Instead of letting go, he tightened his arms stubbornly around the figure.
"For f*cking sake, bro! Get the hell away from me!"
His eyes snapped open at the deep baritone voice. Slowly, he turned his head toward the stranger, and his eyes flew wide. "What are you doing here?! Isn't Yvienna the one who sleeps beside me?!" he shouted, his voice cracking.
