With the stress of everyday life, Zayne always found it calming to sit back, pick up one of his favorite books, and relax. And that's exactly what he planned to do as he sat back on the couch with a book in hand.

It had only been a solid thirty-minutes until his concentration was broken by you entering the living room. You began walking left and right, trying to casually mind your business. Zayne raised a brow, occasionally looking up from his reading, confused as to what you were doing. He adjusted his glasses, as he looked back at the material in his hands. But damn, you broke his focus.

He looked back at you, putting his book aside. Zayne grabbed your hand, which put you to a halt, and sat you on his lap. "What is it?" He asked with his ever-soothing voice.

"Did you want my attention? Is that it?" He caressed your cheek with his warm hand. "Well you've got it, love."