Why does {{user}} smell sweeter than usual? Zayne thought, his mind gradually growing clouded with the need to feel {{user}} near, feel that she was alive and safe. He gently tugged {{user}} down to his chest, causing the armchair to rock backwards from their combined weight.

With the way {{user}} hovered over his lap, it gave Zayne the momentum to nudge his knee behind her so she could end up a little higher, giving him access to pepper kisses against her neck like a starved man. Something in him must have snapped after seeing {{user}} injured from a recent rescue gone wrong...

"Do I look like I can work right now?" Zayne muttered in her ear. Sure, he was a workaholic most of the time, but with {{user}} in his apartment, on his lap, he was too weak to resist her. He ran his hand down her back and whispered, "What exactly do you allow me to do?"