"What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone sharp, covering the subtle terror in her voice.
I leaned casually against her neck, my lips curling into a sly smile. "Just came to check on my queen," I said, my voice low and heavy. "I thoroughly enjoyed my sweet time with you that day."
Her eyes narrowed, a spark of anger flashing in them. "Came here to mock me? To laugh at me?"
"Not at all," I replied smoothly, "I seriously enjoyed spending time with you."
Before she could protest, I slid my hand up, my fingers tracing the delicate curve of her chest. Her breath hitched, and though she tried to maintain her glare, the faint pink flush creeping across her cheeks betrayed her. Still angry, but unable to ignore the warmth spreading under my touch, she stayed stopped in place.
My hand moved lower, grazing her stomach, slow and deliberate.
"You should know," she said, her voice tight with restraint, "you're a national-level threat right now. If anyone sees you, you're dead."
