Page 77 of My Demon Neighbor
I could relate to that, so instead of worrying about her, I curled up against Pythor, breathing him in as I hummed.
Neither of us had talked about it, but I was sure Pythor would stay the night. It made me wonder if he couldn't just stay here every night, and maybe during the day when he wasn't at the center too. He could bring his clothes over, and the paw painting. My bed was big enough for him in his true form, and our houses were pretty similar too.
"What are you mulling over?" Pythor asked in a low voice, and I glanced up, resting my chin on his sternum so I could watch him as I spoke.
"I was wondering..."
"Yeah?"
"If you'd want to move your things here."
Pythor blinked, surprise filling his eyes. "You meanallmy things?"
I nodded slowly, and he stared at me for a moment before a brilliant smile lit up his face, and he squeezed me to him tightly.
"Yes, please. I'd love that."
"Are you sure?"
"I am. I want to wake up with you every day, and go to sleep with you curled up against me or on top of me. I want to come home to you, to the scent of fresh paint, and sweet berries."
"Is that what I smell like? Sweet berries?"
He shook his head. "You smell like fresh paintandsweet berries," he corrected, making me grin.
"Okay, we can move your stuff over later. For now, how about you give me a kiss, and then we cuddle some more?"
"As you wish," Pythor murmured as I slid up his body to reach his lips, making a satisfied sound against him as his large palm ran up and down my back.
I made a mental note to profusely thank Nessa for insisting Pythor teach me to defend myself, because who knew how long we might've taken to get to this point otherwise?
