Her lashes lowered as if she felt it too, and Kai's chest clenched. He forced himself to focus, switching the dryer to cool, brushing warmth away, and tying her hair with meticulous care. "All done," he murmured, softer than he meant to.
Her smile—small, grateful, devastatingly beautiful—nearly unraveled him. "Thank you."
"That's the least I can do," he muttered, retreating into distance he desperately needed. "It's late. You should sleep. I'll take another room."
But when the door refused to open, fate betrayed him, locking them in together.
Hana's insistence that they share the bed tested the last thread of his restraint. He resisted at first, but when she teased him with that sly grin—the same one that reminded him of childish warmth now tangled with forbidden desire—something inside him cracked.
"Okay," he said finally.
The shock on her face nearly made him laugh. She'd never expected him to surrender. And maybe that was why it was so dangerous—because for the first time tonight, he wasn't sure he could stop himself.