Killian stepped back out onto the moonlit patio, effortlessly balancing two perfectly arranged plates of food in one hand and a dark, expensive bottle of wine in the other. He leaned down, smoothly passing a plate to Raya, before setting his own on the small glass table alongside the bottle.
Raya looked at the table, her eyes darting around the smooth wood before looking up at him, a playful brow arched. "No glasses?"
A slow, wicked wry smile spread across Killian's face. He didn't say a word. Instead, he reached down, gripped the cork, and pulled it free with a soft, echoing pop. Keeping his dark eyes locked on hers, he lifted the vintage bottle directly to his lips and took a smooth, effortless sip.
He lowered the bottle, the amber light catching the absolute satisfaction in his eyes,
