Compared to the Cat

LERRIN

Lerrin went very still again—this time every hair on his body standing up as she stared him straight in the eye and his mind was pummeled by images of her with those bright eyes closed and her head thrown back, mouth open in a cry of pleasure—

He blinked and cleared his throat. "Can I ask—"

"Only to be of assistance to you in the early mornings and for… for my benefit," she admitted. "I am loathe to ask you after what was spoken at that meeting, but last night I… I fear I may become less useful if I do not find a safe place to sleep." Her throat bobbed, but her gaze didn't waver. She didn't like to ask, but she was not ashamed of it, either.

She took Lerrin's breath away sometimes with the simplicity of how she met the world. Head on, immovable, and yet without force.

"You will always be safe here, Suhle, you know that… right?"