Page 211 of Puck Me Back to Life

It's… distracting.

“What?” he asks.

“Hm?”

“You're smiling.”

“I am?”

“Kai.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

He exhales sharply through his nose.

“You owe me an apology.”

“For what?”

“My sanity.”

“I think you're exaggerating.”

He leans a little closer. “I'm waiting.”

I meet his eyes then smile as sweetly as I can. “Make me.”

Everything changes. The frustration disappears from his face so quickly I almost miss it.

Understanding dawns. His head tilts ever so slightly.

A slow smile begins spreading across his face. “Oh.”

I blink innocently.

“You little menace.”

“I don't⁠—”

“Prince.” His voice has changed.

Lower.

Warmer.

Far too amused.

“Are you being a brat...” He leans in just enough that our foreheads almost touch. “...so I'll take you to my bed?”

Heat rushes into my face. I refuse to give him the satisfaction.

“I've just been very busy healing.”

“Mhm.”

“I haven't noticed my behavior.”

“No?”