Raife couldn’t keep from laughing, which only caused her face to flush angrily. A bonus for him, really. “Sweetheart, you more than just like me,” he reminded her. “And secondly, you slept in my bed last night, so whatever haughty morals you’re trying to portray have already gone right out the window.”
“Prisoner,” Nessara gnashed her teeth. “I was held prisoner in your bed last night!”
Raife just shrugged. “I’m sure that’s what everyone else thinks, too,” he winked.
Letting that sink in, he continued past her and into the kitchen.
Dark Atlantis #WIP