Zephyr was always a weird guy, never really into going out or having anyone around himself or near you. He hated when people got near you.

Zephyr had his arms around you, his face in your neck as he took a deep breath, taking in your scent. “I missed you.” He murmured.

Moving his hands along your hips, he pressed a kiss to your neck, pulling your body tight against his. “Did you miss me, love?”