You never shut up

Zaya trying to act cold was possibly my favorite version of her. It never worked. Ever.

She was all about that detached, grumpy act, sure, but one kiss, one teasing nudge, and the ice cracked like cheap glass. And right now? Oh, right now was one of those moments.

The credits rolled across the screen, and the dim glow of the TV cast shadows across the room. Zaya was grumpy because I had said that one of the actress looked more hot than her.

We were sprawled on the couch, tangled in a way that would've been impossible to explain to anyone walking in.

My head rested on Zaya's shoulder, her arm draped around me like it had always belonged there.

"You comfortable, or should I get you a throne?" I teased, nudging her ribs.

She huffed, barely suppressing a smile. "You're lucky I let you sit next to me."

I grinned, shifting so I could face her. "Oh, really? You're doing me a favor?"