When he finally stopped for air, Noa blinked away the vestiges of the kiss and asked, “Was there some on my face?”
“Indeed. Luckily, it was not terribly sweet,” Kyle replied, his nonchalance broken by the roughness of his tone.
He usually hated sweets, but he’d become accustomed to them lately as he adjusted his cooking to suit Noa’s preferences. The subtle lemon flavor lingering in his mouth wasn’t too bad, as it blended the sweetness of the treat with the sourness of the fruit nicely.
“Right? It’s not too sweet, and it’s delicious. You should make some next time,” she said enthusiastically.
“I shall give it a try,” he promised, adding another task to his mental list as he lowered his gaze to where Miu was tugging his hand onto his black curls. “Did you brush your teeth yesterday, Miu?”
“I did!” the child said proudly.
“And how many cookies have you had?” Kyle prodded.
