Lyra's POV
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Since when is taking care of my mate something to laugh about?"
"Kaelen."
"Lyra. Are you thinking impure thoughts?"
We remained motionless as our connection pulsed steadily between us. He wasn't concealing anything, and I returned that honesty. His desire to assist appeared completely genuine.
I exhaled slowly. "Alright. But you don't touch what you shouldn't."
"I can't guarantee that."
"Kaelen."
"Relax, I'm kidding." His hands rose in mock defeat. Yet his gaze sparkled with unmistakable trouble. "Somewhat."
Rolling my eyes, I pushed through my bedroom door.
Everything had been transformed from how I'd abandoned it. Fresh linens adorned the bed. My garments that had been draped across the corner chair had vanished, likely already laundered and stored away neatly.
I headed toward the bathroom with Kaelen trailing behind.
