Day arched her brow, clearly not convinced.
“Everything is fine,” Seymour promised as he dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Don’t worry. I’m not goin’ anywhere without you.”
“What about Sariel?”
“That… is a harder question.” Seymour set her down in the middle of the couch just as Sariel returned with a fluffy pillowand two big blankets. Together, they wordlessly made a little nest for Day and got her wrapped up like a burrito.
Day purred loudly and sank into the many layers with a happy sigh. “Mmm, thank you. This is perfect.”
Sariel scratched behind her ear. “Rest well, little one.”
“Good night, Sariel. Good night, Seymour.” Day closed her eyes, still purring. “You’ll both still be here when I wake up, won’t you?”
“Of course.” Seymour scratched her other ear. “Promise.”
“And you’re gonna make up, right?”
Seymour’s face immediately caught fire. “Uh, make up from what?”
“The fight you said you didn’t have,” she mumbled sleepily. “But you totally did.”
Sariel’s halo flickered. “We did?”
“We did. Right. You got it.” Seymour kissed Day’s brow. “Night night now.”
Day curled deeper into her nest. “Mm, night night.”
The lights dimmed on their own, no doubt some sort of magic from Sariel, and Seymour wordlessly followed him back into the bedroom. He shut the door behind them, grimacing. “So.”
“We had a fight?” Sariel frowned deeply. “I was not aware of this.”
“I think, eh, it was more maybe we were ’bout to?” Seymour glanced at the bed. “Is it okay if I sit?”
“Of course.”
Seymour dropped on the edge of the mattress. “Look, I like you. A lot. I can’t say I’ve had the best luck with romance. Not sure ifman-slutis an Aries trait, heh, but let’s just say I wasn’t much of a stranger to a good time for a short while.”
“I’ve had… some good times. For very short whiles.” Sariel found his tie interesting. “But it was long ago.”
“That’s okay. Just like ridin’ a bike.”
“What?”
“It means you’ll remember. If we go that route.”
“You mean sexual relations?”
Seymour laughed. “Yeah, but it’s more than that. Look, I’m dyin’ for you to Daddy me down until I can’t remember my own name, but…”
The words were on the tip of his tongue, and they got clogged up in his throat. He didn’t even fully understand what he was feeling other than being able to acknowledge its unexpected strength and overwhelming physical affect.
His heart raced, his skin prickled with sweat, and he had never been so drawn to another person before, as if he was being sucked right into those gorgeous golden eyes.
“But?” Sariel pressed softly.
Seymour swallowed. “There is definitely somethin’ here, okay?”
Sariel looked around. “No, it is only the two of us in here.”
