Kimani’s POV
I had just finished packing away the mountain of food I’d made earlier, humming to myself as I moved around the kitchen like it was my little kingdom. My body still buzzed from the laughter and energy at Malik’s, but the calm that came afterward was something else entirely. It felt good, grounding.
By the time I slipped back into my room, hair loose and comfy in my silk robe, I was ready to scroll through my phone until sleep pulled me under.
A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my daze.
“Come in,” I called, half expecting one of the maids. Or Danielle.
Instead, Alaric stepped inside.
My breath caught a little. He wasn’t in one of his polished suits this time. His shirt—white, crisp, and perfectly tailored—was unbuttoned halfway down, exposing the clean lines of hi
