KANE
It made Kane smile more than he expected.
Her red hair, still slightly damp from her shower, fell in loose waves around her delicate face. The oversized white t shirt she wore, his shirt, slipped off one shoulder, revealing pale freckled skin along her collarbone.
Kane stood across the room, flipping another pancake onto a plate with easy precision. He wore nothing but grey sweatpants, his muscles shifting with each movement, calm and controlled.
Mona blinked suddenly, realizing she had been staring.
"Wow... you're so good at that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.