Aria shifted on my lap, her thighs brushing against mine, her weight a warmth that eased something raw inside me. She glanced at me, eyes sharp even though her cheeks were still pink.
"You definitely took something," she said suddenly, her voice teasing but accusing.
My brows arched, feigning indifference. "Did I?"
"Yes." Her gaze narrowed, playful but insistent. "What did you take?"
I leaned back a little, lips curving in the faintest smirk. "Nothing worth mentioning."
She gasped softly, mock-offended. "Kael Roman. You stole my underwear, didn't you?"
Her tone was light, but I saw the way her pulse jumped in her throat. The way her hands twitched where they rested on my shoulders. She was embarrassed, flustered and enjoying calling me out all the same.
I didn't deny it. I only leaned in, my mouth brushing against her ear, my breath low and steady. "Would you be upset if I did?"
Her laugh was shaky, caught between scandalized and breathless. "You're impossible."
