Ana held her alcohol as well as a fish could walk on land. The two of them sat on the couch in his private room at Tartarus. She swiped her hand at his face, grinning. "I should go back to the Tempest," she said, her S's becoming Z's.
"You are more than welcome to leave if you can get up on your own." Ana put her hand out to balance herself, but she was able to get onto her feet and a few inches forward before falling back into him.
"You are so good to me," she said on the brink of sleep.
Reyes caught her as she went limp. He spread her out on the couch. He covered with a blanket and sat at her head. Dark brown hair fell into her face as she was laid down.
Reyes moved the hair and traced his finger on her hairline. It moved down her cheek to trail her jawbone. She huffed in her sleep and shifted.
I came to be someone. And Reyes was someone. He was hers.
