Chapter 312
Chapter 312:
Kyson stepped out a moment later with a towel wrapped low around his waist. Water clung to his skin, tracing the sharp lines of his face and making his features stand out even more. His build was clean and defined, the muscles along his torso clearly visible, the deep lines at his waist impossible to ignore. He rubbed his damp hair with another towel.
When he noticed her sitting on the couch, a smile crossed his face. She leaned back lazily, her thick hair loose around her neck. The aftermath of intimacy left her expression soft and unfocused, something hazy and captivating lingering in her eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asked quietly, her voice still rough.
Kyson walked over and draped the towel over the back of a chair. He bent closer until the space between them disappeared. Their scents mingled, close and unmistakable. Fresh from the shower, his skin carried a cool edge — yet his voice was gentle. “Nothing. I’m just looking at you p>
Kailey stayed where she was, blinking once without replying.
After a pause, Kyson let out a low sigh. “You’re getting prettier. What am I supposed to do about that?” He pulled her into his arms, a teasing hint of jealousy in his tone. “Standing next to you, I feel like I’m the one aging p>
ѕ𝘩a𝗿𝖾 𝘆𝗈ur 𝖿𝘢v𝘰𝗋і𝘵eѕ 𝗳𝗋o𝗆
Kailey laughed softly and patted his back. “Are you feeling insecure p>
“I am,” Kyson said without hesitation. “Anyone would be, with someone like you p>
Kailey thought for a moment, then spoke with exaggerated seriousness. “Don’t worry. Even if you get old and unattractive, I won’t leave you p>
Kyson chuckled. He turned his head and lightly bit at her ear. “Then I’ll have to hold you to that p>
They had completely forgotten about food. By the time they changed and went downstairs, the living room lights were still on, but Irene and Karol were nowhere in sight.
“They probably went to bed already, right?” Kailey glanced toward the rooms, then frowned slightly.
“What are we eating?” Kyson asked with concern.
“A little hungry.” Kailey pinched her fingers close together and stuck out her tongue. “I could skip it, but I’ll probably wake up starving later p>
Kyson set his hands on her shoulders and guided her into a chair. “How about pasta p>
She nodded. He leaned down, brushed a kiss against the tip of her nose, and said, “Wait here p>
Kailey watched him head into the kitchen. He rolled up his sleeves and looped an apron around his neck with practiced ease. Tall and composed, he looked like he belonged under studio lights. Every small movement felt polished, almost cinematic.
She propped her chin in her hand and watched without blinking.
A thought crossed her mind. Why would he ever feel insecure? He was Kyson Blake — the background others dreamed of, the confidence to match it, and a presence that drew attention without effort. Even his physique felt unfairly perfect.
She was still lost in thought when the smell of food pulled her back. Kyson set the pasta down in front of her. “Don’t eat too much this late. Finish about half. I’ll take the rest p>
Kailey reached for the plate, then paused. “You’re eating what’s left p>
Kyson’s eyes flicked over her face. “We’ve already shared everything else. Why would this be different p>