Was she ready to sleep with him in the same bed? Of course, Zoryana wanted that again. She wanted to be calmed whenever she was having a nightmare of some event that she hadn't told him of, she wanted to be held whenever she felt like turning into some meshy bleeding heart. And she could only do that with Ross. There hadn't been anyone else that she ever became that with, no matter how hardened she appeared to be. She agreed to taking the side that she didn't sleep on, which had her smiling. Zoryana just had to get used to the idea that someone would be inside her house, that she needed to move her deceased twins journals from under her bed and put them somewhere else. The attic seemed like a good spot. She pushed that idea to the back of her mind for now.
She blinked when he called her woman again. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not, feeling as if she wasn't given much of a choice in the matter but she purred in response to the kiss on her cheek. He spoke about the gun, which she had almost forgotten about. She blinked, licking her lips as she canted her head. "Just don't pull it on me, especially don't raise it to the back of my head again." She whispered softly. Was she wary of it? Of course she was, she had every right to be but who was she to say that he wasn't allowed to have it when she had a few laying around the house. Zoryana was a lot of things but hypocritical was not one of them. She watched him in the kitchen, staying there against the door for a moment longer before she took a lean against her counter.
There was a lot of vegetables and fruits, cold nuts and soy milk. That was about all she carried inside her home at a given time. Zoryana wasn't real big on getting things that she never had the mind to prepare. Most of the time, she just didn't have the time or passion for it. She shook her head to the question. "What you see is what I have."