Floyd's grip around Lucielle tightened, the simmering anger he'd been nursing for weeks began to dissipate as he breathed in the subtle aroma of her vanilla and honey-infused shampoo. His body cocooned hers as he gently rolled her onto her side. He contoured his form to her curves, not permitting even the slightest gap to exist between them as she wept in his embrace.
"Surely, waking up next to me in our shared bed isn't that distressing," Floyd teased, unsure of the cause behind her tears. He was certain she wasn't upset about the harsh words she had thrown at him earlier. He knew she didn't mean it. He wasn't even mad at her for it, unlike how he would have been just an hour ago.
"What?" She turned her head towards him. Noticing the puzzled expression on his face, she rolled her eyes a
