I hesitated. "I guess. Olivia's not really a fighter. When we were kids, she used to cry when the boys in my class teased me. I didn't cry though. I just… punched them."
His laugh was low, rough velvet. "Of course you did."
"Well they wouldn't stop making fun of me," I muttered.
"For what?"
I hesitated again. Didn't answer. I couldn't. Because it was something I didn't want to remember. He didn't push.
But something twisted in my chest. Because here I was, practically wrapped in this man, melting in his kiss, sharing things I didn't tell just anyone… and I still didn't know a single damn thing about his past.
So I asked, before I could stop myself. "What about you? Your family?"
Kael was silent.
Then, finally, "You know the basics. Big family. Too many companies. Too many expectations."
"That's not what I asked."
His lips twitched, a sad little smile. "There's not much to tell. We weren't… close. Everything was performance. Appearances. Nothing real."
