whereliliesgrow

Long nights are worth it if he gets moments like these. Zayne inhales deeply, his nose burying against the back of her neck. He could fall asleep like this. His lips press a kiss to her neck.

The lower she gets, the more he finds his breathing quickening—not just from her touch, but from the way she’s looking at him, too.

Zayne smiles a little. “Massage. I see…”