She beams down at me, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips.
“Only because I have such a patient king.”
“You give me too much credit. Let’s get some food. I’m starving and if we stand here much longer I’m going to have you for breakfast.”
She giggles, backing away from me.
I glance down at her body, debating if she would let me get away with it.
She clutches the towel tighter to her chest. “I’m going to go change. I’ll see what I can make you to eat.”
Then she turns, leaving me in the bathroom.
I shake my head, laughing to myself.
She’s perfection.
Giving her a couple of minutes to get dressed, I finally pull myself up to find my own clothes. Entering the bedroom, I find a pair of sweats and a T-shirt folded on the end of the bed. She must have gone through the drawers and pulled me out clothes as well.
This one act shows me she cares for me. She thinks of me. That fucking hits something inside I didn’t know existed. If I wasn’t already sure I was in love with her, I would know it now.
I pull the clothes on as quickly as I can without hurting myself, desperate to be back with her. Needing to feel her in my arms.
When I make it down the hall, I pause hearing voices.
“You did well last night, Cleo. If you want more training, I would be happy to help you.” Kenji tells her.
“I would love that. I want to know how to be useful to Kai.”
My heart swells. She is so fucking sweet.
“Trust me, you being here is useful. He’s never been like this before. You are important to him.”
“I know, but I want to be more than a pretty face. Maybe I can even learn some self-defense?”
I walk into the kitchen then. “If anyone is teaching you self-defense, it will be me, princess.”
She’s sitting at the counter watching Kenji fry up eggs. She’s a fucking goddess, even in my T-shirt and oversized sweats.
She startles, looking back at me. I walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her, ignoring the tightness in my chest. Then I bury my face in her neck, inhaling deeply.
Her breathing comes quicker as her hands grip my arms, holding me to her.
“You would let me?” She breathes out.
“Of course. You should know how to defend yourself. I’ll let Kenji teach you how to use a gun too. I can use them, but I hate them. Then once you have that down, I’ll teach you the art of knife and sword fighting.”
She smiles brightly at me. “Really? You wouldn’t be worried I’d hurt myself?”
“Fuck no. I won’t let you get hurt. I’d be more afraid that I’m teaching you skills that you may use against me when you get pissed off.”
“Never,” she promises.
“Never say never, baby. I have a lifetime to piss you off. I won’t mean to, but it will happen.”
She leans up, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “I wouldn’t mortally wound you. I need you too much.”
“I like that.”
