As Sophie rubbed Keefe's back, she took the time to scatter a few kisses in his hair. His shoulders harbored a raw tension that conformed to both his muscles and tendons. He often returned home evoking these effects, making her wonder what grueling activities the council had set in place.
The best she could do was help relax him, otherwise it would mean a restless and sleepless night ahead of him. As a pacifier, her fingers traced soft, meaningless patterns against his back.
"You're such an angel," Keefe whispered, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
She laughed. "I thought I was an elf."
He tossed her an adorable lopsided smile. "You're both."
