Tila looked at his face, her expression deadpan, her black eyes flickering.
"You're insufferable."
"And you're blushing," Kael said, reaching out to tug a strand of her wild black hair playfully, his fingers brushing her cheek.
"You should see your ears. They're on fire."
"I hate how smug you are in the morning," she muttered, her black eyes rolling, her cheeks burning hotter.
"I love how sore you are in the morning," he said, his voice dropping, a sensual edge curling his words, his hazel eyes gleaming with mischief.
Tila threw a pillow at his face, her black eyes blazing, but he caught it midair, his grin widening, his laugh warm and infectious.
They sat in silence for a beat, the air thick with their shared heat, the room still heavy with the musky scent of their night together.
Then, quieter, softer, Kael reached for her hand, his fingers brushing over the back of hers, a gentle, grounding touch.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked, the teasing stripped from his voice.
