“Hmm,” Cleopatra teased, her fingers lightly tracing his shoulder. “So now it’s not breakfast in bed, it’s kisses in bed?”

“Exactly,” he replied without hesitation.

She tapped the bridge of his nose gently, her smile warm but her eyes thoughtful.

“Alright, Captain… but I have to go now.”

His expression shifted immediately.

“Go where?”

“My apartment,” she said softly. “I’ve been here for five days.”

“And so?” His arms tightened slightly around her waist as he frowned, his voice dropping into a quiet protest. “Stay a little longer. If it’s cleaning, I’ll have someone take care of it.”

“Cal…” she murmured, her gaze softening as it met his. “We still...