–Sophia–
Last night was a full-on battlefield of passion, and this morning wasn't any less of a firefight. My body felt like I'd just gone through a three-day combat drill with no rest, and yet this man—this incorrigible, maddening, frustratingly skilled man—still had the stamina to get up and function as if he'd just woken from a strategic power nap. Meanwhile, my muscles were filing complaints. I wasn't sure if I could get on my feet for whatever mission Livana had tossed onto my lap today, but I was a soldier. I'd crawl to the field if I had to.
"Are you sure you can walk?" Kai teased, his voice laced with that infuriating smugness that made me want to plant a well-aimed strike to his ribs.
"I swear, I'm going to hit that handsome face of yours," I hissed, raising my hand in a mock strike. He leaned his head forward, presenting it like a damn bullseye, daring me. My lips curled into a sneer.
