Kael shifted on the bed, the mattress creaking faintly under his weight as he turned, his hazel eyes cracking open in the dim lamplight.
Rhea lay beside him, her amber eyes wide and glinting, staring back at him through the shadows. Her loose t-shirt had ridden up, the edge of her black panties peeking out, her bare thighs pressed against the sheets.
"What?" he murmured, voice rough with sleep, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Can't sleep?"
She shook her head, silent, her hair fanning across the pillow, a faint flush creeping up her cheeks. The air between them thickened, her gaze locking with his, something unspoken simmering beneath her quiet.
"You know why I came to your room, right?" she asked, her voice low, the flush deepening as her amber eyes held his, bold yet vulnerable.
Kael propped himself on an elbow, his smirk widening. "Because your room smells like sewage?" he teased, knowing full well what she meant, the glint in her eyes too familiar to miss.
