Azaria blinked up at Theon as her hazel eyes widened in genuine shock as the word echoed softly through the bedroom. The suddenness of the question took her completely off guard. She looked up into his face, searching his features for any sign that he was joking, but his gaze told her he was being entirely in earnest. "Moving?" she asked with her voice breathless and bewildered as she tried to process the abrupt proposal. "Theon, why are you bringing this up all of a sudden? Where is this coming from?"
Theon breathed out through his nose as the tension in his broad shoulders dipped slightly. He looked down at her, his hands, still resting securely on her waist, tightened their grip just a bit to pull her a tiny bit closer as if to pin her against him. He reached up with one hand, his thumb gently tracing the line of her jawline before tucking a stray lock of her damp hair behind her ear.
