Will You Attack Me While We Sleep?

Ezra made up her mind. She stepped closer, gave the drinking glass in her hand to Ezekiel and shook her head, trying to sober herself up.

“Your Highness. You have to be careful when you take your clothes off, y'know?” said Ezra, annoyed. “Didn't I tell you only crazy women wouldn't be seduced by a man like you? If you do this in front of a woman, you might get attacked by her, you know?”

Ezra said jokingly. She tried to distract her own brain with provocative words.

“Hmm,” Ezekiel sounded unconcerned. He took a quick gulp of water like he was very thirsty, and a few drops of water spilt from the corners of his lips as he pushed the glass up. A drop of water fell from his sturdy neck to his collarbone, reflecting the warm candlelight.

After he finished drinking, he looked deeply at Ezra. "What about you? Will you attack me while we sleep?”

"Huh?!" Ezra flinched.

Ezekiel patted the pillow next to him. “Sleep here. With me."

"Why?! Here?! Why?!" asked Ezra frantically.