～Lyra～
Kael’s lips skimmed the curve of my ear, lingering just long enough to make my breath hitch. Then he drifted toward my cheek, his breath warm, thick with something that made my pulse stutter.
The house was too quiet.
All I could hear was Kael's breathing. The rhythm of it—low and deep—like velvet brushing along my spine.
Then, in a husky voice, he said, “Go make me something to eat. I’m starving.”
I blinked, thrown completely off course. That was not where I thought this was headed.
I glanced at the clock. Noon. And Eli wasn’t back yet.
“I’ll order something. What do you want?”
He leaned back just enough to meet my gaze. “I don't like the take out.”
“…Alright. I can make something.”
I pushed off his lap and padded into the kitchen, faced with shiny, untouched appliances th
