Kayden’s POV
The bedroom door clicked shut, sealing us in. The fight with Lyra felt like it happened in another lifetime. Now it was just the quiet, and her, and the space between us that felt charged and stupid.
Nyx walked ahead of me. She hadn’t bothered to tie her robe. Black silk hung loose, slipping with every step to show a flash of shoulder, the line of her spine, the curve of her hip. City light from the window cut across her skin in silver stripes. My brain short-circuited.
I just stared. Couldn’t help it. My eyes tracked her like they were glued on, taking in every shift and shadow. Remembering how those hips moved. How her skin tasted. A heavy, stupid heat pooled in my gut, reckless and demanding. I wanted to cross the room, rip that flimsy silk away, and take her right there
