Jenna’s body went rigid at the sound of his voice.
“Tell me… have you met my younger brother Drake at school?”
Her heart gave a sharp, traitorous thud. She could feel his chest against her back, the weight of his arm over her waist, the warmth of his breath at her ear. She didn’t dare move.
Instead, she let her breathing even out—slow, deep, measured.
Pretend to be asleep. Just… pretend.
Kaelion was silent for a long moment, his fingers twitching faintly against her stomach like he could tell she was faking it. But then, with a quiet huff, he shifted behind her, pulling her even closer. His lips brushed her hair.
“Sleep, little sin,” he murmured.
She forced herself to stay still until his breathing grew heavier, slower.
She kept her body still until she felt the rhythm of his breat
