Sunlight filtered in from the window, beginning to illuminate the sky and the small quarters where Xaden slept, his arm draped lazily over your hip as he stirred slightly, trying not to wake you just yet.

His eyes flickered down your bare body, reminding himself of last night’s pleasurable events. He could count the marks he’d given you on two hands, and he could see the softened features of your face, so at peace while you rested.

As much as he wished to stay, he know third-years had to leave for the front this morning, and he’d be gone for the weekend. He leaned down, planting a kiss atop your head as he began to rise to his feet.

“I have to go. Stay out of trouble til I come back, little rebel.”