Pandora had always been captivated by Xenophilius. It must be why everyone knew she was in love with him before she realized her own feelings. It was written in every longing stare and gentle touch. He was far from the first person she had been with, but she would say with confidence that he would be the last. He’d carved a place out in her heart that was so uniquely him. Quiet mornings like this wouldn’t be the same with anyone else.
She sat a steaming mug of tea down in front him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Good morning, sugarplum. What are your plans for the day?” @ofpsychedelics













