Eira's POV
Just as I came downstairs, I heard a familiar voice.
"Here's our starving ghost, finally awake," Rafe commented.
I looked at the bastard, lounging on the sofa with his legs stretched lazily over the center table, playing games on his mobile. But the moment he sensed my presence, he couldn't shut his mouth.
I wanted to curse him, but then he looked up from his mobile and announced, "Jason, make sure to cook faster before this ghost eats all of us alive. Right, Caldwell?" And out of habit, he licked his canine with his tongue. "Drooling already?"
The mouth I opened to speak… shut immediately. My gaze got stuck on him—his mouth, and that tongue he just used. It reminded me of the moments when he kissed me.
What the fuck? What's happening to me?
"Don't tease her early in the morning," Lucian, busy in the kitchen, warned him.
I turned to look at him. Now my gaze stuck on Lucian too. My heart wasn't stable anymore.
