“I could always use more doses of my personal Valium,” I mumble against his lips. He chuckles at one of my many nicknames I have for him and the almost sedative-like effect he has on me at times. “And I can’t get enough of your chaos, so I think this arrangement is going to work well for both of us.” And I don’t doubt for a second that it will. He’s the calm to my storm. My still lake at dawn. My king.
