Solomon slept harder that night than he ever had in his entire life.
Three whole days of fighting caught up with him all at once. The second he finally lay down, he was out for the foreseeable future.
When he woke up two days later, he felt a familiar warmth in his neck and a calloused hand dancing across his chest.
Jiaoying treated her lovers like they were something sacred. Every morning, she caressed them softly and sang soft little notes in their ear. And even when she wasn't awake, she could almost always be found with her head buried in their necks like a baby otter.
Solomon found himself feeling an incredible warmth. That was, right before something bit him on the neck hard enough to make him wince.
"I can feel you thinking something annoying."
Sololomon felt wrongly persecuted. "Thinking that you're adorable is annoying now?"
"It is when I'm the grown woman, and you're the snot-nosed twenty-year-old."
"You don't mind if I use your hair to wipe my nose, do you?"
