The light stung my eyes, and I turned over, rubbing them as I looked toward the door. Kael was standing there, a flicker of shock in his eyes.
He had casually pulled on a pair of pure cotton sweatpants, the drawstring not even tied. His torso was bare, his defined eight-pack abs standing out clearly. A single droplet of water slid down his V-line and disappeared into the waistband of his pants, leaving a small damp spot.
That wasn't even the most lethal part.
What got to me the most was that he was wearing that small silver hoop on his left ear, which shimmered faintly under the light.
My alcohol-addled brain must not have fully cleared yet; I had a lapse in judgment and blurted out, "Are you here to sleep with me?"
Kael probably wanted to say something, but upon hearing that, he simp
