Nyx had been wearing his mother's gown, the one he had given her on the first day she had appeared in his world.
The gown, hugged her in all the right places.
Kael swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on her body. There was no denying that she was hot, and for a brief moment, he forgot to even breathe.
"Don't stare for too long, Kael," Nyx teased with a sly smile, her voice cutting through his thoughts as she glanced over at him.
Kael's face flushed a little, and he quickly cleared his throat. "I wasn't staring... just admiring," he said, trying to maintain his composure.
Nyx chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with playful intent. "Look at you, Kael. You have finally grown up."
With that, she leaned forward slightly, drawing Kael's attention to her cleavage.
Kael felt his breath catch, his eyes instinctively following her movements. His heart raced, but he couldn't help the way his body reacted, captivated by her presence.
Nyx smirked at his reaction, watching him closely.
"It's okay, Kael," she said softly, her voice low and smooth. "You're allowed to admire beauty when it's right in front of you."
Kael, still caught off guard by the moment, could only swallow again, his words momentarily lost.
Nyx then stood up, her gaze sweeping over her gown. "It's been years since I have worn these," she said with a sigh. "Bring me a new pair of clothes, Kael."
Kael was caught completely off guard. "What? But I.... don't have any," he stuttered, looking at her in confusion.
Nyx smirked wickedly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Of course, but your mother has the right ones, doesn't she?"
Kael hesitated, his mind racing. "She will know if I sneak into her room…" he muttered, his thoughts spiraling as he thought about the consequences.
Nyx chuckled softly, her tone playful yet seductive. "Then you better make sure she doesn't find out," she teased, her gaze never leaving him.
Kael couldn't deny the strange sense of excitement building in him. Was it his hormones acting up? Or was it something else?
Despite his hesitation, the words left his mouth before he could stop them.
"Alright, I'll get them."
The strange mix of nerves and anticipation swirled inside him as he walked toward the door.
He opened it quietly and slipped out of the room, making his way to the hallway.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard Nyx's voice once more—this time, it was soft, flirty, and full of allure.
"I will wear whatever dress you bring," she purred. "Just make sure you pick something nice, Kael."
Then, she winked at him, the playful glint in her eyes making his heart race. Before he could respond, she closed the door gently, leaving him standing there.
Kael stood still for a moment, her words playing wildly in his mind. It wasn't just about getting clothes; it was about something else entirely.
Something that made his pulse quicken and his thoughts scatter in all directions.
With a final deep breath, he turned and walked down the corridor, eager and unsure of what would come next.
The house was quiet, with Lyra and Alaric away for the day. Ellie was busy in the backyard tending to little Lisa, humming a soft tune as she played with the child.
Inside, Kael moved through the corridor like a shadow, his footsteps light and cautious.
He reached the door to his parents' room and slipped inside, closing it silently behind him.
The air inside smelled faintly of Lyra's perfume, the one Kael was used to by now.
His hands trembled slightly as he approached the tall dresser by the wall. Pulling open the drawers one by one, he found all sorts of garments—gowns, kitchen wear, aprons neatly folded—but none of them were what he was looking for.
His brows furrowed. Where is it? he thought, frustration growing. Then, as if drawn by instinct, his gaze landed on the small side table next to the bed. Slowly, he walked over and opened the drawer.
There it was.
A delicate piece of black fabric folded neatly inside. He reached for it and held it up.
The moment he did, his breath caught in his throat.
It was the thin, silky nightgown he remembered his mother wearing on those rare nights when he had accidentally glimpsed her and Alaric sharing an intimate moment.
He remembered how different she looked in it—soft, feminine, and undeniably seductive.
Now it was in his hands.
His cheeks flushed, and his pulse raced as he stood there, holding the dress in his hands. The realization of what he was doing hit him then—but the thrill, the excitement, the feeling that he was doing something dangerously grown-up, kept him rooted to the spot.
Nyx's voice echoed in his mind, playful and daring: "I'll wear whatever dress you bring."
With that image in his head, he gently folded the gown and tucked it under his arm before turning to leave.