He did it.
He was being a good guy.
Not pressing his luck.
Good.
That’s when he realized that his legs were a little numb.
Sitting cross legged wasn’t something normal for him. Lifting himself up, he put a hand on the top of the coffee table and unfolded one leg.
A moment later, he felt a hand on his back and another on his arm.
He looked over and saw Harmony beside him, on her feet, but crouched down.
“Here,” she grinned at him, “let me help you.”
He wasn’t a man who blushed. His skin didn’t usually hold color like that unless he was boxing and he was sweating up a storm, but he felt heat in his face.
“I… I’m not used to sitting like that.”
“I had a feeling.” Her smile was bright now, her eyes sparkling with humor.
Beautiful.
Harmony looked beautiful, incandescently so.
“Here,” she tucked herself up against his side, “let me help you.”
He leaned against her and got his other leg under him and tried to stand.
Tried.
And failed.
He stumbled, leaning even more against her.
Her arms wrapped around him and his arm looped around her shoulders.
“Oh,” she staggered a little.
And feeling a mix of shame and worry, he straightened up, pulling her closer.
“Crois?”
Well, that’s what he thought she said.
Her voice was a little muffled against his chest.
Crois adjusted his hold, lowering his arms so they were around her, but his hands were against her lower back. “Thanks for the save.”
She laughed and he felt the vibrations moving through both of them. “I didn’t do much.”
He leaned in, putting his forehead against hers. “You did a lot.”
She sighed and he drew in a breath.
“I know I should let go of you,” he sighed, “but you feel so good.” He smiled at the feeling of warmth that surrounded him. “That, and I’m afraid my legs are going to fold the moment I let go.”
