The smell of sizzling vegetables and something warm and brothy pulled Jai out of his thoughts. Hana's voice floated down the hallway, cheerful and loud.
"Lunch is ready, come eat before it gets cold!"
Jai slowly sat up from the bed, still tangled in the sheets Shao had tucked around him so gently. His body felt too warm, his mind too scattered. The image of Shao leaning over him, fixing his open shirt with those firm, careful hands—it was still burned into his skull. He pressed his palm to his flushed cheek, huffing softly.
When he stepped out into the hallway, Shao was already there, waiting for him.
Their eyes met.
Jai swallowed and walked beside him, keeping a breath of distance. But Shao's scent still clung to his skin—sharp, earthy, calming. It made his fingers twitch.
They entered the living room together.
