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“What would you be comfortable with?” Serella asked over her shoulder as she rummaged for extra blankets and pillows in her closet. “Sharing a bed, or shall I pull out a futon?”
Aymeric had been content not thinking on it, though how that the dark of night had settled over the house and he felt tiredness pull at his limbs he was reminded of precisely why he had been hesitant to accept physical intimacy from her of late.
He felt his scars burn beneath his shirt.
“I would like to sleep in the living room.” He answered hurriedly, pulling at his shirt. “In front of the fire.” His eyes darted to hers as she turned to look at him. “...Please.”
“Of course,” Serella said with a smile, handing him the spare blankets and pillows. “Let’s get you settled, then—” she turned and pulled out a rolled up Hingan futon — a gift from Zephina, he recalled distantly. “I’m actually a little jealous. This thing is ridiculously comfy.”
