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Aadya's Penthouse, Coruscant, 0832 local time
His breath caught in his throat and his heart leaped to his chest, but Parox just kept staring. She looked so lovely like that (not that she didn't look lovely all the time). The constant smug expression on her face (which he'd always found kind of hot, but would never tell her something like that) was gone, replaced by a neutral peacefulness. Parox didn't want to wake her up—not so early, not after all the significant events last night. She needed her rest, so he made a sacrifice and just looked out the window, letting her keep sleeping even though the back of his head itched. He wanted to scratch it, but that would mean shifting his arm from around her and that would be unforgivable.
He'd had a run in with both Eriana and Victress. He'd attended his first social event as a Sith Lord. He'd spoken with the Emperor both in private and in public. Plans had been reported on, schemes had been schemed. It had been eventful, and yet the most significant thing that had happened to him—the one that mattered most—was her simple confession.
"Honestly been wanting to do that for a while now," she'd said. "Me too," he'd replied. And it was true. Both statements, even though he was still surprised that the stars had aligned so perfectly. He'd gotten so lucky.
@Logan