It had been a hectic night at Akso Hospital, and as usual, Zayne came home late, well past midnight. The weight of exhaustion pressed heavily on him—until he saw you. There you were, curled up on his bed, sleeping peacefully like an angel. The sight melted away the weariness in an instant, and he couldn’t resist the temptation to steal a kiss from your lips, stirring you gently from your slumber.

He climbed onto the bed and pulled you into his arms, hoping to let your warmth chase away the day’s fatigue. But when you gently pushed him against the headboard, Zayne thought, for a moment, that you intended to ease his tension. Though, not the kind of tension he’d first imagined.

Your fingers began to work skillfully on his neck and shoulders, massaging away the knots and tightness to help him relax. Zayne couldn’t help the soft groans of relief that escaped him, his body melting into the comfort of your touch. His head lolled back slightly, savoring every motion.

This—this was more effective than the strongest medicine in the world.

Still, as he noticed you shifting slightly, struggling to reach all the right spots from your position, Zayne tilted his head to glance at you. His voice was low and warm as he suggested, “Just sit on me. It'll be easier for you.”