Kael unlocked the door and stepped into the Haven, his bags rustling as he kicked the door shut behind him.
The morning's shopping haul felt like a small victory—ribs for the challenge, pudding for Rhea, and a secret stash of toys now tucked away in his room, hidden in a drawer where no one would snoop.
Do I really have to hide?
He stowed the ribs and pudding in the freezer, the cold air grounding him as he mentally prepped for the rematch.
Freya's defiance, her iron will, flickered in his mind, and a grin curled his lips.
She'd be wearing the lingerie by now—he'd bet on it. He paused outside her door, his pulse quickening, a silent wager with himself: She's in it, looking like a dream.
He knocked once, sharp, and then opened the door without waiting for her reply, which she never gave.
His hazel eyes landing on Freya standing tall in the center of the room, looking at him, clad in the white lace lingerie he'd left her.
