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~Belinda's POV
The morning light slipped through the curtains, soft but sharp enough to make me groan. My body still hummed with the memory of Kael's touch, his breath, his fire. Last night had been… wild, reckless, everything I had wanted. I turned my head and there he was, lying beside me. His dark hair was a mess, his chest bare, rising and falling with steady breaths. For a moment, I only stared.
"Stop staring, Belinda," Kael muttered, eyes still closed. His lips curved in that crooked smirk of his.
"I wasn't staring," I lied quickly, pulling the sheet tighter around me.
His eyes opened then, sharp and mocking. "You were. You always do, after nights like that."
Heat rushed to my cheeks. "Don't flatter yourself. You're not that unforgettable."
Kael chuckled, rolling to his side to face me. "Really? Then why are you still in my bed?"
I glared at him. "Because it's morning and I just woke up."
