The midday sun slipped through the kitchen window, making its way across the cold tiles, revealing the remnants of a party that hadn't quite ended. Upside-down glass cups, wine stains on the floor, and a purple rubber toy carelessly tossed on the table... everything seemed to be waiting for another round of chaos.
Kaito stood in front of the fridge, shirtless, his sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips as though they were about to fall... but they didn't. His eyes were half-lidded, the sound of coffee dripping from an old, worn-out machine ringing in his ears like a funeral march for the start of a new day.
Then she appeared.
Leah walked out of the bedroom as if she had just stepped off a stage, wearing nothing but Kaito's long shirt, one side of it lifted to reveal her toned thigh and a mark of desire on the curve of her buttocks. Her eyes were half-closed, but her gaze knew exactly what she wanted... and how to get it.
She said in a hoarse voice, stretching and yawning as if she were deliberately showcasing her assets:
– "Shall I make you breakfast?... Or should we start with a feast of pleasure instead?"
Kaito didn't respond. He slowly turned his body toward her, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips as he raised his coffee cup to his mouth:
– "After last night's round? I think I need a revival, not breakfast."
Leah took slow steps forward, as if the ground itself were paving the way for her. She stood in front of him, placed her finger on his bare chest, and pulled him toward her.
– "Don't worry, my hero. I have my own rituals for revival."
Then she gently bit her lower lip and whispered:
– "Ready for a new round? Or would you prefer I start alone?"
He didn't answer. Suddenly, he lifted her in his arms, placing her on the kitchen table amidst the empty dishes, and began slowly pulling the shirt off her body, deliberately letting it cling to her skin like a stubborn lover.
Leah didn't make a sound... only exhaled. A long breath filled with longing, and she smiled.
– "Oh... this is much better than coffee."
At that moment, the coffee machine stopped working. As if it understood that it wasn't the center of attention anymore.
Kaito kissed her from her neck down to her shoulders, then lowered himself between her thighs, licking the traces of longing from the night before as though punishing her for the pleasure she had enjoyed alone.
And she didn't mind. In fact, she pushed his head closer to her, letting out a long sigh, caught between pain and pleasure.
But what neither of them had expected... was that the balcony door was open.
And eyes were watching everything from the outside.