Demons are as boisterous as they are dramatic

"Good morning,"

The first thing that greeted me as I blinked my bleary eyes open was Natha's dazzling smile. The second thing was the low, gentle whisper of good morning. And the third was a slow, tender, sweet kiss upon my lips.

Indeed. What a good morning it was, even though it was raining outside.

When Natha parted his lips, he only used the few seconds after that to gaze into my confused—but delighted—eyes at this display of tenderness before stroking my cheek and giving me another beautiful smile. As I blinked in a mind-blinding wondrous, he chuckled and went back to kiss me again.

I was confused, but I wasn't complaining.

I felt like we spent that morning just kissing for a long time, until I felt the coldness of the room and shivered. Natha let my lips go then, and kissed my cheek before wordlessly tucking me back inside the blanket and walking to the steaming tray on the table—like always.