She slowly pulled away, her lips lingering just a second longer before breaking the kiss. Her eyes fluttered open, locking with Casaio's gaze.
"If you're going to start something," he murmured, "you'd better know how to finish it."
A soft laugh escaped Zilia as she placed a hand on his chest and gently leaned back. "I haven't even brushed yet," she said, half-flustered. "Let me freshen up first."
With a firm nudge, she pushed him back and darted to the washroom, leaving Casaio chuckling under his breath.
He rubbed his temple and shook his head with amusement. Rising from the bed, he walked to the mirror and ran his fingers through his tousled hair before reaching for a comb. Once satisfied with his appearance, he set it down and picked up his phone from the nightstand.
A missed call notification flashed across the screen. It was from Estelle, his beta.
He quickly dialed back. "Estelle, you called?"
