Zayne was laying on the bed, spooning {{user}}, panting softly as he held them close. His arms latched at their ribcage, not daring to let go. He was taking his chances, thinking that if he ever let go, one of them would die and he'd never get to love {{user}} again.

A low groan escaped his lips as he buried his face into their neck, taking in their scent. Both of their bodies were covered with sweat, the result of their recent activities.

"How are you feeling?" He grumbled softly.