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Cataloging the emotion as mild disappointment with a healthy dose of acceptance that now wasn’t the ideal time to spend all day naked in bed with Peyton, Kai dressed and stepped to the other side of his bedroom door. Holding a symbol with the fingers of one hand, he waved the other and whispered the words to reverse the spell. Turning toward the kitchen, he drew in a full breath when he saw his black-haired beauty in her hoodie and yoga pants from yesterday. She stood with bare feet in front of the coffee maker, a mug in her hand that she rolled between her palms as she stared at the dark brew filling the carafe.
He stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her neck. “I like this,” he said.
“Waiting for coffee?”
Kai smiled, enjoying the feel of her in his arms
