The kitchen hummed with the sizzle of eggs frying in a pan, their yolk-heavy scent mingling with the faint tang of coffee.
Freya stood at the stove, her hair loose, catching the morning light filtering through windows, her cyan t-shirt snug against her curves, navy blue pants shifted as she flipped the eggs with a flick.
Kael stepped in, a faint flush lingering on his face. He leaned against the counter, the creak of the floorboards under his boots blending with the pan's hiss.
"Rhea woke up fine?" Freya asked, her voice teasing but edged with curiosity, glancing over her shoulder, her blue eyes narrowing. "Not like a wild dog, tearing the place apart?"
Kael's grin was wry, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement as he stepped closer, his hand darting out to deliver a playful slap to Freya's ass.
Slap!
The sound a sharp crack in the quiet kitchen.
"Yeah, she's fine," he said, his voice low, warm. "More than fine, actually."
