"I didn't see anything," Kael said, trying to look innocent—even though the image of her bare chest, her petite frame, those flushed cheeks—was still burned behind his eyes.
"You saw," she said, her voice rising with embarrassment. "You saw everything! Now I have to kill you."
"No, I didn't see anything," he claimed again.
"You saw," she growled, face still red. "And I saw you see. You looked!"
There was a pause. He exhaled, lips twitching. "Okay. Fine. I saw. But it's not like I saw everything. There wasn't that much to see anyway."
Silence.
Her expression shifted from furious to stunned—then snapped back to furious.
"WHAT!?"
Before he could dodge, she grabbed the paper plate from the breakfast tray still sitting on the floor and flung it at him.
He ducked with a laugh, the plate crashing against the doorframe and spinning to the floor in a soft clatter.
"You arrogant—! How dare you say that to a girl!"
