The Haven's kitchen smelled of coffee and toast, the morning light filtering through the windows, casting soft rays across the gray walls.
Kael pushed open Freya's door, his hazel eyes bright with energy, a grin spreading across his face.
"Good morning, Freya," he said, his voice warm and magnetic.
Freya stood by her bed, fresh from a shower, her platinum-cyan hair damp, clinging to her neck in wet strands.
Her cyan t-shirt and dark pants were slightly damp, hugging her curves, her near-translucent skin glowing in the light.
She crossed to him, like a morning ritual now, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her lips to his, soft at first, then deeper, a murmured "Good morning" against his mouth, her breath warm and minty.
Kael pulled back, his grin widening.
"Breakfast's ready," he said, nodding toward the kitchen. "Figured I'd cook for a change."
