The rain drummed softly against the roof of the House of Wind as Nyx pulled you closer beneath the blankets. You fit perfectly against him, your head tucked under his chin, fingers drawing lazy circles on his back.

“We should get up,” you murmured, though you made no effort to move.

Nyx huffed a laugh, pressing a kiss to your temple. “No, we really shouldn’t.”

You smiled against his skin. “Rhys is expecting you for training.”

“He can wait.” Nyx tightened his hold around your waist, trailing his fingers along your spine. “Besides, it’s raining. Flying would be miserable.”

You tilted your head up, your blue eyes sparkling. “Excuses.”

He grinned. “Facts.”

You laughed, but before you could argue, he kissed you—slow and deep, tasting of warmth and home.

When he pulled back, he whispered, “Stay with me a little longer.”