No one has ever felt this comfortable in my space before.
No one has ever felt like they belonged here.
When he returns a minute later, his expression is soft.
Concerned.
Focused entirely on me.
Like I'm the only thing in the room that matters.
Next, he's cleaning the mess we made from between my legs carefully.
Reverently.
“You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?” he asks, and he seems really concerned.
I shake my head because I am stunned.
“Are you positive you’re okay?”
The question is immediate.
Sincere.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
I nod.
“I'm okay.”
No man has ever done that.
No man has ever bothered to, really.
“Good.”
His voice drops lower.
“Because I already want you again.”
The words nearly melt me.
“You do?”
Another first.
He grins and nods, his gaze roaming over me like hands.
Like of course, he was worried.
Like wanting me is the most natural thing in the world.
No one has ever looked at me the way Kai is looking at me now.
Like I'm precious.