Promises

"You burned my hair," Khan complained, looking at the ceiling while caressing the head resting on his chest.

"You needed a haircut anyway," Monica muttered, curling more of her body on Khan. "Though I melted the magic item. I'll need a new one."

"Another bracelet?" Khan wondered.

"If you can," Monica exclaimed, "I'd like a ring."

"I don't know how pretty I can make it," Khan admitted. "Considering all the materials I have to use and squeeze into it."

"It will be fine as long as it's from you," Monica sweetly said.

The couple fell silent, enjoying their closeness. Their burst of passion had left them naked, cozy, and appeased, but both Khan and Monica could sense the elephant in the room.

Monica was the first to abandon that cozy atmosphere. She opened her eyes, staring at Khan's slightly sweaty skin. Her hand rose, tracing invisible lines on his chest with her fingers. Her touch conveyed some timid worry, reeking of fear of hurting Khan.