Never did he think Xaden’s arrangement to protect you would lead to this.

After a particularly big celebration, you’re as drunk as one can be. Slurring words, wobbly steps.

“So pretty,” he murmurs. You whined— no, begged for Liam to stay. After changing you carefully into more comfortable clothes, unlike that darned Rider uniform, you now lay atop of him sleeping soundly.

His big hands are gentle caressing your hair, piercing blue eyes stuck on the view that is you.