By eleven o'clock at night, the atmosphere inside the fort had turned lazy and cozy.
Mailah was resting her head on Grayson's chest, listening to the slow, steady beat of his heart. Grayson was absentmindedly running his fingers through her dark hair, his touch so light and careful it was obvious he was still remembering his "head pat" notes.
Suddenly, Mailah's stomach let out a loud, distinct rumble.
Grayson's fingers stilled. He looked down at her. "Are you hungry? The kimchi stew was not sufficient?"
Mailah smiled innocently, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes. "The stew was great. But now I have a very specific human craving."
Grayson raised an eyebrow. "What sort of craving?"
"I want sweet potato ice cream," Mailah announced. "And fresh, hot strawberry pastries from the bakery downtown."
Grayson looked at her in mild shock. "It is eleven o'clock at night, Mailah. The temperature outside has dropped significantly."
