The next morning of the hearing, Kira woke to find herself tucked into her own bed, the covers drawn neatly up to her chest.
She stared at the ceiling for a moment, blinking the sleep away, and last night in the study came drifting back to her. The food, the feeding, their discussions.
She clearly remembered leaning against Derek's broad shoulder, but she couldn't remember actually walking back to her room. He must've carried her. Her lips curved without her permission.
Isn't our soul bond so adorable? Lux purred lazily in the back of her mind.
Don't start, Kira warned.
But Lux was already starting. The beast happily shoved an image forward: Derek last night, sleeves rolled up, spoon in hand, that rare unguarded smile on his face.
Did you see his arms when he rolled up his sleeves to feed you? It was so mouth-watering.We could just—
We could just nothing, Kira cut in.
