Worick Arcangelo -

Worick lightly snored in his sleep as his head rested on your lap. He had just returned from a job and claimed your thighs as his pillow. Your hand ran through his blond hair as your gaze focused on the book you were reading.

"Mhm, nothing beats the warmth of your hands after a job." Worick mumbled as he nuzzled against your stomach, as his hand came around your waist.