“Are you going to stare at me until the sunrise?” Khaos eased up, as he teased her as usual and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you that obsessed with me?”

Zuri rolled over and then rested her head on his lap instead. She took his hand and pressed it on her own head, silently asking him to pat it. “I think so.” She closed her eyes and savored his touch. She liked it whenever he patted her head.

And Khaos could see that. “Your need to be loved overrides your common sense, Zuri.”

“You said it perfectly,” she said honestly. “I only want to be with...