Honeyed Pasture [m] epipremnum aureum

She managed a smile at his question, followed by his own admission. Too long, she muttered, sleep quickly taking her before she could expand upon the answer. No use in drudging up memories of her love. Not when she could lay peacefully in this moment.

Ty would not linger long after she woke, preferring to slip out undetected. She would, however, give him a long look before she went on her way. Memorizing the smell of him, the shape of his body, the movement of his breath.