CARISSA’S POV
The air in the room is thick, practically crackling with tension. I’m still reeling from the shock of Kaine bursting in. My chest heaves as I try to cover myself, pulling my arms across my bare chest to cover my boobs. His gaze locks onto mine for a second before flicking down to my hands.
I notice it immediately—the way his shoulders relax, the slight unclenching of his jaw. He’s trying so hard not to look, not to give himself away.
And just like that, an idea sparks in my mind.
My hands drop…slowly, exposing my boobs again,
Kaine tenses. His entire body goes rigid. He looks at me and I can see a warning in them but I pretend not to notice. I turn away, letting myself move as naturally as I can manage, walking over to the dresser as if nothing is out of the ordinary.
