Instead, he reached down and grabbed the white sheet that had been tangled at the foot of the bed. Slowly, carefully, he pulled it up over both of them, draping it across their bodies like a veil.
Kaida's mouth parted in confusion. "What are you—"
"Shh," Viktor murmured, settling himself beside her rather than on top of her.
The sheet covered them both now, cocooning them in warmth. And beneath it, Kaida was still fully clothed—her tunic, her skirt, even her boots still on.
He hadn't removed a single piece of fabric.
Viktor shifted closer, his body pressing against hers from the side. His arm slid beneath her head, cradling it like a pillow, while his other hand moved to her hair.
His fingers combed through the red strands slowly, gently, as if she were something fragile.
Kaida's breath hitched.
"W-what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
