The Slave Queen
My eyes drift shut when I hear him speak again.
"Hmm! A zuciya ga zuciya,( A heart for a Heart hmm ) " he whispers in his deep, husky voice. My eyes peel slowly back open and a slow, honey-sweet smile paints over my face slower than molasses. And I don't even need to ask him to know what that means.
He still sleeps when I awaken. I changed my clothes and I lean over him slightly, watching him as he sleeps soundly; the gentle rise and fall of his chest, his soft and labored breathing.
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