He'd noticed her struggle from the start, and
Kaya's face grew hot, crimson spreading deeper the longer she tried to hold her composure. Her lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them in a quick, nervous flick. Her chest rose and fell too fast, betraying her. She tried to look away, tried to collect herself—but her eyes found him again, lingering.
Finally, her voice slipped out, soft and husky, surprising even her.
"Hey, handsome…" she whispered, biting her lip before smirking faintly. "Want to hear a secret?"
Veer stilled, his back straightening before he let out a low chuckle. Slowly, he lifted his eyes from the dishes, meeting her gaze head-on. And though he tried to maintain that teasing composure, he wasn't fooling anyone—his calm was crumbling, and the fire in his eyes gave him away.
Kaya sat back on the bed, the loose shirt slipping over her thighs, leaving just enough bare to make Veer swallow hard. She crooked a finger at him, eyes misty yet sharp.
