Keya's POV:
Rhys and Rafael looked at me like they didn't know how to answer, mouth gaped open.
"What? Suddenly you two have no words?" I smirked, sauntering toward the dining room like I hadn’t just short-circuited both their brains.
"You always make me speechless," Rafael murmured, stepping in behind me. His fingers grazed down my spine like he wasn’t afraid to touch me anymore, like he'd decided claiming space near me was his right. I shivered despite myself.
I shook my head, lips twitching. “That’s not fair. You’ve been bottling that charm for years.”
"My brother suddenly has the best lines,” Rhys drawled from the other side of me, his tone laced with mock offense. “But, Rabbit, I don’t need lines.”
"Stop," I said, laughing even as I felt him lean in, his breath hot near my ear.
