Wonderkind

She kissed him, her fingers curling in his shirt.

“I’m so sorry...”

 

She was frowning at him, reaching up and cupping his jaw gently.

“My sweet boy,” she murmured gently, but said nothing more, dropping her hand.

 

She took it, looking a little troubled but not saying anything else.

 

She looked up at him tremulously.

“You’ll never have a cold shower as long as I live,” she promised.

 

She fell silent, saying nothing more.

 

She looked over at him worriedly.

“Are you sure you want to?”

 

“I just... I don’t know how tiring it is for you. Plus, I feel like a pretty lame... partner. Just letting you do all the work.”

 

She seemed concerned but nodded.

“Okay...”

 

She went around him, setting her hands on his shoulders.

“Okay. You sure?”

 

She climbed up onto his back, settling in between his wings gently and resting her head on his shoulder, her legs perched on his hips. He would be able to smell that sweet scent of honeysuckle.