Lucius pulled Layla down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her as he rested his face against her chest. His warm breath fanned over her skin, making her fingers instinctively tangle in his soft tresses, caressing them gently.
"Lucius, what are you doing?" she murmured, feeling the weight of his body pressing against hers.
"Doesn't it feel good this way?" he asked, his voice laced with drowsiness.
Layla smiled softly. "Yes. Do you need more sleep?"
"Only if you sleep with me," he replied, his eyes still closed, his grip on her tightening slightly.
She sighed, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Father and the others are still here. We need to see them off before they leave for their respective places. Even Demitri has decided to move out today."