The kitchen was filled with the smell of buttery toast and the low hum of the refrigerator.
I stood at the island, still breathless from the hike back. I took a bit of my grilled cheese sandwich, leaning back against Kyren.
I was wearing my tiniest black string bikini. The fabric barely covered the mark Kyren had left on my shoulder earlier.
I felt exposed, but I didn't care. I felt claimed.
Kyren stood behind me. His arms were locked around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder as he watched Emmett across the table.
He was shirtless, his skin still damp from the quick shower he took.
"The ice on the east ridge is thinning," Kyren said, his voice a low vibration against my ear. "If the scouts don't mark it by tomorrow, we’re moving the drills to the bowl."
Emmett nodded, lean
