A Perfect Gentleman
Kiev felt a warm and gentle figure wrapping around his waist, providing a comforting embrace. The soothing presence beckoned him to return the hug, seeking solace.
"Kiev," a soft voice called his name. The familiar sound made him respond with a hum, his eyes still closed.
"Are you awake?" the voice asked again gently.
Kiev then felt a tender touch on his cheek and instinctively reached up to keep the hand there. As his eyes slowly opened, they were met by Elis's concerned blue-eyed gaze.
"Elis?" he uttered, a little surprised to find her so close.
Though they had been sharing the bed, there was always a distance between them. Yet here she was, lying beside him without her usual nightgown.
"Do you feel better?" Elis asked, the worry evident in her voice.
Kiev gave a slight nod in response. "Why are you undressed? You could catch a cold," he inquired.