Soft Surroundings Blankets Novels & Stories

he whispered. I smiled against his mouth. “Not too much.” He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling from his chest as he brushed a piece of hair away from my face. The breeze picked up slightly, and I shivered. Without a word, Logan reached over, grabbed the blanket, and pulled it over both of us. He wrapped me in his arms, his chest pressed to my back as we lay on our sides, cocooned in warmth and silence. The sky was turning soft and golden now, streaked with pastel pinks and sleepy blues. The kind of light that makes everything look gentler—like the world itself was catching its breath.

My fingers pull the handle of the drawer, hands shuffling around finding a blanket that would help keep him warm. Wrapping him in the green blanket that matches his eyes he stills in my arms whilst he shifts around in the material. He prefers woollen blankets compared to down duvets made of feathers and I had informed Deimos through Elriam. The next morning he made sure Kal had an endless supply in all colours.