Zamson woke to a lightweight Naia wrapped around him as if he would vanish like a forbidden dream at any minute. All he was able to see was red hair, Naia's dreadlocks splayed all over the place, covering their naked bodies a bit like a blanket of crimson. Morning light sprinkled their resting shapes, a lovely look that Zamson knew wasn't going to last the second he tried to slip away from her.
He couldn't move.
His neck throbbed, too.
Her dreads shackled his arms and legs. They even collared his neck like some favorite pet. All he was missing was a silver dog tag that said Zamson in big engraved letters, a joke of sorts revealing the obvious in Naia favoring Zamson. He had good d*ck, wit, diplomacy, and a will that kept on keeping on. He was also fast in the streets and much, much more.