KINGSLEY POV
I was already hard and I hadn’t even touched her yet.
The scent of her still clung to my skin—faint traces of arousal, sleep, and whatever perfume she wore that was now permanently etched into my neurons. I didn’t need to close my eyes to see her again. Disheveled, flushed, lips swollen from my brother’s kiss and her bare shoulders framed by those sheets like a painting made just for me.
Fuck.
I adjusted the tray one more time, the ceramic clinking softly, as I added the final touch: a small bowl of berries and a danish still warm from the oven. Coffee with cinnamon, just how I remembered she liked it. Orange juice freshly squeezed. Everything was stupidly perfect and yet my palms were sweating like I was about to go to war instead of walking into a bedroom with a girl I w
