Xavion’s P.O.V.

Zion purred happily as Azlynn didn’t put up a fight and let us kiss her, even it was a harmless peck on her forehead. Then she raised her head, staring dead into my eyes.

“I am feeling tired. Good night!”

This was her indirect method of saying fuck off to end the argument, disagreeing with my perspective. Azlynn wasn’t a quarrelsome person to begin with. She had always avoided confrontation, looking for a middle ground for peace.

It wasn’t in her nature to be loud with her demands, but her signature trait was being as stubborn as a mule. When we were dating, I often wondered how an...