[ Volume 1] Chaper 337- Rascals or saints?

Chairs, benches, anything rigid was simply not to his liking. And that's when he realized—Esme, with all her strength and poise, was the perfect solution.

Esme wasn't overly muscular, not in the way some would imagine. She was slender, graceful, and undeniably beautiful, but beneath that exterior lay a body hardened by countless hours at the gym. Her legs, strong from intense workouts, her core, tight from dedication, but it was all hidden beneath her thin frame. It was that perfect balance of soft and strong, and the first time Ray had sat on her lap, it felt like he had found the perfect seat. Softer than any cushion but firm enough to hold him comfortably.

From then on, Esme became his personal cushion. No matter where they were, as long as Esme was nearby, her lap was the one place he would seek to rest, a comfort that no chair or object could match.