Kane paused halfway to the hallway, doing a complete double-take.
"Wait, what?"
Cyrus stood from the table, crimson eyes holding that familiar intensity.
"I said I could join you."
"Yeah, I heard what you said. I'm just trying to figure out if you're being serious or if this is some weird dragon humor I don't understand yet."
Kane crossed his arms, studying Cyrus's expression for any hint of jest.
There wasn't one.
Cyrus moved closer, his voice dropping to that low rumble that made Kane's pulse quicken.
"I'm being serious."
"Oh."
Kane's snark evaporated as heat pooled in his stomach.
"I mean, if you think you can handle sharing shower space with someone who actually uses soap for its intended purpose..."
Cyrus's mouth quirked upward.
"I think I can manage."
Kane found himself being guided toward the bathroom, Cyrus's hand warm against his lower back.
The dragon's touch was possessive but gentle, a reminder of everything that had changed between them.
